On the projection screen behind the stage, a computer desktop error message transitions to a video installation by Exotic Forest. ARH have been refining the art of analogue screech spitting for longer than I’ve been alive. Four eyes intently focused on life at 33 1 / 3 rotations per minute. It is fascinating to watch their hands hover over the spinning records as though the turntable was the furthest extension of the arm. ARH’s scope goes beyond the typical notion of a disc jockey the two scientifically manipulate their wild selection live to create music that stands alone.
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I enter the Old Bar to the schizoid sound mutations of Antediluvian Rocking Horse. The cover art is minimal too: a shot of the band in motion barely visible through a fog of darkness. While I favour a worded title, I can’t deny the stark practicality of such a coded signifier. Variants of ‘LP1’ have almost been rivalling eponymous self-titling recently. The night belongs to the album launch of Taipan Tiger Girl’s debut 1. The group’s sophistication is alluring, but their decision not to continue on towards the Old Bar is highly questionable.
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Huddled in my big green Lindsay Weir jacket, I was too timid to join their discussion of Thurston Moore’s lost credibility following Kim Gordon’s book Girl in a Band. Eventually that person and their small group peel off, returning to their homes. I politely decline and don’t make eye contact again. A person who I’ve not met, and will not go on to meet, offers something in my direction.