By Anna Britten
From some time in 2003?
We think this was for a gig in Bristol if memory serves, but unfortunately we didn't keep a record...
"Glasgow's Lapsus Linguae -in matching goth-metal
uniforms- serve the night's third helping of post/art/math-rock with grinding
guitars, walloping basslines, pesky rhythms and suicidal vocals, but this time
there's a semi-classical piano frill. The effect is often mind-blowing and has
earned them priapic praise -so Venue would never tell them to their face that
the old joanner sometimes makes them come across a bit Bruce Hornsby. It's
complex, confusing material. Yet, like the meaning of life, maybe we aren't
supposed to understand but simply assure ourselves: that's just the way it
is."
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