Conquering Animal Sound
Glasgow’s Conquering Animal Sound don’t so much play songs as evolving collages of noise, a stream-of-consciousness of melodies and textures, looped and phased like the patterning of dreams. Singer Anneke Kampman might be battling against a chest infection but this just renders the duo’s performance all the more fragile, their music-box and glitches aesthetic evoking Vespertine-era Bjork without the soporific chilliness.
Coalition is packed full and sweatily close, the floor sticky and the crowd largely inebriated. In short, the conditions are pretty perfect for Austin’s White Denim, now a four piece with a new album of brash, frenetic garage rock. They play for an hour but the set’s just a blur: Shake Shake Shake is in there somewhere, as is I Start To Run, but the band rarely pause between tracks and the pace never lets up. This is no bad thing: White Denim suit the club environment, their sound slightly sleazy and tinged with jazz, their songs shifting, fluid things to get lost within. They leave the stage and the house lights come on and everyone around is blinking and slightly languid, as though having just woken up from a strange and frenzied dream.
At The Loft for The Deer Tracks, it’s several songs before it clicks that there’s a different band on stage. Blame the lack of sleep as it should have been obvious immediately: whilst the scheduled band sound like a permafrosted Múm there’s little understated about Alpines, massive beats and appropriately melodramatic vocals from singer Catherine Pockson. As The Great Escape winds down they definitely make an impression, even if a touch too much of their sound relies upon the deft musicianship of their MacBook.
Stubbornly refusing to concede the end of the festival are Factory Floors, a London three piece who deliver brooding, punishing electronica to a capacity crowd at Concorde 2. There’s a lot of Health in their sound, the same familiar pummel and throbbing temples, the same bursts of sudden, violent noise and shuffling, mechanised dancing. It’s engaging enough but a little numbing, particularly after three days with little respite.