People like Bradford Cox, aka Atlas Sound come with a lot of baggage to a show. Famed for his work with his band Deerhunter the man has been described as anything from 'eccentric' to 'nutjob'.
When the wiry frame of the unassuming Cox takes to the stage, it's hard to see where it all comes from. Barely speaking a word to the audience, it's a full on twenty minutes until they stop long enough to allow for a round of applause, preferring instead to weave one song intelligently into the next, making full use of their set time on this Sunday afternoon.
The five-piece backing band has been stripped down to a minimum, leaving Cox the sole standing presence as his two companions spend their time crouched on the floor, buried in their various effects pedals, manipulating every last millisecond of sound into a giant swirling ball of shoegazey goodness.
So, no man wearing a dress, no discussions about faecal matter, no tales about disturbing childhood experiences, just a performance centred around a sheer love of music. For that, we have zero complaints.
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