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Review: 'Billy Mahonie and Dog Unit'
'Live at the Lexington, Islington'   


-  Genre: 'Post-Rock' -  Release Date: '4.5.24.'

Our Rating:
The Post-Rock revival starts here, as Billy Mahonie launch the bands comeback album Field Of Heads with a near sold out show at the Lexington. They were joined on the night by 4 piece Post Rock band Dog Unit who are also an instrumental band.

They opened with the slow Proggy building Turn Right And Right Again that eventually fell away, the lead hound started exploring his pedal board, as the flight of out of Pluto notes led us to a short drum solo, bringing the opening number to a suitable conclusion.

Pulsations sweeping Spectrum meets Atlases sky scraping densely layered yet full of Tiny Diversions, brighter breaks distorted dance moves. Lead hound broke out the Omnichord, for some silvered apple supple dance madness, the men in Lab Coats chasing after them, like spirits soaring, racket built through ever more furious guitar explosions.

It was time to take sides as the funky breakbeats, strange dance deprecations, hit down beats When Do We Start Fighting the riff freak out in the Parsonage of Lukather.

Lucy Jamieson brought out the mallets to layer on top of pillowy guitars took us In A Magic World, Then Yes up the fret we went without a paddle, towards a twee pop interlude, as Lucy remained three cymbals shy of a Shrieve freak out, peaks shifted, temporarily spearheading determination to cast spells on us all, as Consistent Effort pays off.

They closed with We Can Still Win This free form guitar patterns moving through zonal shifts, stops starts, more wonky ways to bring guitar breaks, building in intensity till it all slowly breaks down, giving us a nice soft landing near fade out.

The Lexington was packed to welcome Billy Mahonie back for what may well have been the band's first gig since 2001, they are back with the classic line-up of Gavin Baker, Hywell Dinsdale, Howard Monk and Kevin Penney ready to blast off with the opening song from Field of Heads Atomic Clock building musical masonry, slow intro building towards the cataclysmic fountains of rage. They remain in Japan for Kaiju as guitar theatrics build castles of fear, battling to the heart of the riffs.

Hearts Vs Minds is a slow buzz effected bruise to your mind. On The Brink slings slow built notes, hitting copping coping with crushed dynamics. Glenda brought cheers of delight from the audience, while sonic death rages for a Her Name Is Calla style builder, munificent squalls dissolve, passions forming, what are my notes about? have I lost my mind inside the sound of Billy Mahonie, probably.

Dancing domes seem depleted, as Drago gets coated with warm shards of noise, tastes of generation noise gracefully permed, frissons of dislocated dancing all over the place. Dream disrupted by The More I Know Yous deeply sexual dance moves, drawing us in Post Rocks all-encompassing embrace.

Spy music memories of the muse, Crevette Le Bandit cries out, use slender garments to bend our souls, within the walls of sound, Bass all over the place. Scrim shot through Hoon I want your bluster blown blues charged with tension.

Do they stay true to the formula as we gaze at the Impossible Sky with them, as passioned fried rages of notes allow. The drums rev us up towards the peaks of Tributer, spun Cybermen see bass keys flying at dawn, building flights of songs within songs.

Billy Mahonie's fans went totally nuts from the first notes of Watching People Speaking, When You Can't Hear What They're Saying that would have been the case if you tried chatting in the maelstrom of noise they had created, assorted guitar shenanigans battering us towards that drum solo. The hunger for this comeback shines through Nacho Steals From Work as the nose bleed riffage battles him to the ground.

Dusseldorf breaks half the audience, who hit ecstasy peaks, as the first notes peel out, sound barrages of memories of dance soaked mosh pits of youth, against the darkness hinted within.

They closed this triumphant set with the ahead of the game sounds of The Man With The Woman Head riff crystal explosions of mental therapy differences, gripping us as they say goodnight happy to be back blowing audiences away. See this reunion if you can, not sure how many shows it will last for.
  author: simonovitch

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