Review by http://www.thebluelightdistrict.com/I address this to all the arse trumpeteers who befelched their idiot soliloquies in order to debunk what was Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant at the Fox and Firkin this Saturday past.
Down in the Ladywell corner of Lewisham is a pub called the Fox and Firkin. If you are reading this the odds are high that you have been there. Locally it provides a cheap pint and gigs that are by and large free or a whopping £2 on a Saturday. The music is usually of a high standard and the atmosphere jovial. On the aforementioned Saturday the good lads at Kooba Radio decided to host a night of three newish acts from local and yonder.
I could review the meanderings and foibles of the night as a whole, but for the purposes of this Monday based rant I feel that I shall dispose of said crap and skip straight to the meaty mallet of the beast.
Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant appeared on stage, lead...ranter, I suppose suits his title as opposed to singer.... appears on stage half naked sporting massive clown pants with two more in his entourage. Basically for the next half hour he proceeded to rant maddening, discordant phrases into the microphone whilst oppressive noises eminated from his keyboard, strobe lights flashed on and off, he recieves vocal support from the girl on stage with him.
The act relied greatly on repetition, vulgarity, hate, discomfort, menace and confusion... Apparently only three people in the entire place actually had any appreciation for this act. Fair play, it had elements of the performance art episode from Spaced... But that's the point isn't it? It was a performance, something different, how many times do you get to actually see something like that? Even if its only once, it's gotta be worth to check something different out. Not every band has to be jangly, angular, angsty, grungey, post chilli pepper arse pop. Personally, once was enough for me to see those guys, I laughed, I felt uncomfortable at moments. That's the point with an act like that though, part of it is there to unsettle you, there's sarcasm, humour. It's not directly enjoyable but its an experience worth checking out just to see what's going on.
At one point the lead shouted out "You're all fucking cunts" which was met with some undoubtedly incredibly witty four letter retort from some dipwad fecal syringe at the back. Apparently the words 'ching chong' were also in their somewhere and so they were instantly labelled racist too. When you see something like that you've gotta detatch yourself from the words and take in the rhythm of what is being presented. How can anyone take it in that context when moments later they would spend five minutes repeating
"Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!Cunt Aunt Cunt Ant.....ANT!!!!!!!"
What happened was an emotional experience, if you ever watch Eraserhead by David Lynch it's the same thing, it feels literally like directly experiencing a nightmare. You don't sit through Eraserhead getting rises from watching the bad guys storm Nakatomi Plaza, it's just not that sort of film. To be honest I can't say they had quite the same level of fine crafting that a film of Eraserhead's managed but it's the same deal. Switch off and get the feeling of the thing. So to those who can't appreciate that, once, ever. Go back, hide in your musical rut, close yourself off to any hint of change, of variety of anything that might remotely add a fucking cents more worth into you existence or appreciation of what is possible with life and just see where that takes you...
It's not finished.....
ITS FINISHED
