Have seen plenty of godawful concerts over the years (d:ream, danni minogue, los heroes de silencio anyone?) overhyped wastes of time (Prince, The Streets, Flaming Lips, Blur) or cacophonous cures for insomnia (david holmes, futureshock, ben westbeech, diefenbach, MU) and no end of novelty nonsense (kid carpet, bjorn again, my ex-flatmate's ex-boyfriend's shed seven tribute band) it is safe to say I have been pretty unlucky with most of the gigs I've been to but these five have always stuck out for me as rather special events
5. The Orb, Exeter University Great Hall 1993
Had just moved to Devon as a student and had no idea what a crustie was, but I soon found out. A sea of fog in that room greeted Dr Patterson and co who then proceeded to play literally mind-blowing music, samples from the unlikeliest sources and it all opened my ears to a whole new form of dance music which was as far removed from the handbag of the charts as it got. The term ambient was used a lot in 93, all sorts of producers taking their cue from the classic KLF chillout long player which set the standard. It was trippy, it was exciting, it was the future of music. and how everyone sneered at those who didn't understand and reminisced about GOA even though most of them hadn't been. Oh yes, there were no end of superficial daddy-funded arseholes in that community, aah but the music was gold.
4. Basement Jaxx, Sala Apolo, Barcelona 1999
The jaxx were just on the verge of going stratospheric with the Remedy album although I'd been intrigued by them for about 3 years as they evolved out of the small brixton circuit. At a time when dance music was increasingly polarising between the podiums of the main room and the experimentalism of the back room, the jaxx offered a new sonic manifesto which incorporated everything from sneak, maw, daft punk to carnival soca and rude bwoy beats. Experiencing this music live was simply jaw dropping. Long before the term mashup was coined Felix Buxton was already playing around looping classic samples and in effect creating two tracks out of one. Their big hit that year was Red Alert and they made one of the best booties ever cross-splicing it with the jackson sisters I believe in miracles. Seeing this Live. On Stage - a show enhanced by 10 Brazilian ladies in quite a lot of feathers but not a lot of clothes, it did look and sound rather grand. The Sala Apolo, best known for the epic NITSA parties, looks more like a music hall that a gig venue, it's seedy, it's dirty, the SOUND IS LOUD, the crowd a mishmash of spanish alternatives and UK ex-pats. And I loved it. Not too sure what the spanish contingent made of it all that night, but to me this felt like a delicious slice of South London relocated to Barcelona for the night and I must have sweated half a stone in that room.
3. Underworld, Somerset House, London 2003
There is something rather regal about the courthauld institute illuminated on a clear starry summer night. And I suppose you could say there are not many performers with the royal pomp of Karl Hyde. Conjoining the two together was not likely to disappoint. As a massive Underworld fan since around 1992, I had seen them before with patchy results but this was different. From the opening salvo Mo Move through to the ferocious Rez and culminating in the understated joy of Jumbo, a small part of London simply exploded along with my body which gleefully accepted whatever it was that geordie chap in the cap had given me only an hour earlier. Some people don't 'get' Underworld, and the 'stadium techno' experience is a very acquired taste but my senses were challenged, my shoes were destroyed by the cobbles, my head was electrocuted, my grin as wide as the Thames only a few yards away. Karl Hyde is not so much a singer or a poet, he is more like the pied piper, he issues the clarion call, he mutters the gibberish that at the time sounds so profound, he is for 90 minutes of your life the messiah, the guru, the dalai llama or he is at least until the gig ends and you shoot off on the District Line. You must see Underworld at least once in your life before you (or they) die.
2. The Juan Maclean, Cargo, East London 2009
The Juan Maclean from New York City make great dance music and they make great dance music sound great on stage and they can make you feel like you have suddenly been transported back to the best rave. ever. anywhere in the galaxy. I was very privileged to attend this small gig, which despite the notorious lack of atmosphere there and appalling acoustics did somehow reverberate that night to their delicious blend of acid, punk-funk, newwave disco and house. The show had been beset by problems when british airways 'lost' their kit and they had to borrow some instruments from Hot Chip at the 11th hour but you would never have noticed. There is not much else I can add. Am still shaking thinking about it now. This video filmed on the same tour pretty much says it all
http://vimeo.com/7496708 everything basically that is exciting and emotional and sweaty about live dance music.
1. Sebastien Tellier, Worldwide Festival (Montpellier, France) 2006
Gilles Peterson's festival attracts the great and the good of the leftfield soul, funk, jazz and house scenes and takes place in the South of France every summer. His policy has always been to 'join the dots' for all black music enthusiasts - taking in music from literally all over the planet and is a real treat. Taking place on a clifftop on the Sete peninsula near Montpellier, the Theatre de la Mer does slightly resemble the Gala zoo space in Ibiza, the feel of a Roman amphitheatre lending itself beautifully to gigs and parties. Through the course of that weekend, we attended many gigs ranging from japanese gangster jazz (soil & pimp sessions) through to west london broken beat (bugz in the attic) but the highlight was actually a lowkey daytime event perhaps programmed to appeal to some rather monged and savaged heads, what better way then to chill on the rocks as the greatest French songwright since Serge Gainsbourg took to the piano. Sebastien Tellier could not be more stereotypically French if he tried. Louche, bearded, slightly haughty, armed with nothing more than a glass of rose and a cigarette stuck up his nose (as you do), think Jesus Christ with an Cantona-esque glint in his eye, he then took us through an hour of the most beautiful music I have ever heard. His biggest tune by far is La Ritournelle - which gained cult status on the Blue Room on Radio 1 in the early 2000s and which is now considered a bit of a balearic classic. Deeply emotional music - it was hard not to shed a tear that day. He supplemented it with some fine other tracks from his first two albums, his grand piano ably assisted by a sidekick on a MICRO-KORG player - see here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ccf9fnH_Suw Have not really followed his career that closely since but whether by accident or by design - he somehow managed to deliver what I consider the ultimate gig