Ultrasound

Live upstairs at The Bodega • 18+ event

  • Saturday 12th February 2011
  • Supported by: t.b.c.
  • Doors open: at 7:00pm

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Five people are onstage at a filthily sweating Falcon in 1997. They are making an extraordinarily cosmic rock sound where songs seem to last for light years with so many peaks and troughs and pop-battered pockmarks one can barely guess where the next power chord is going to come from. Except that most of the 200 people with the dropped jaws in the Camden back room do know when that next power chor d is arriving because Ultrasound have been the worst-kept secret on London’s toilet circuit for months. And as well as preaching to the converted tonight they are also reaching out to some of the mightiest Presidential players in the A&R firmament, who are metaphorically waving comedy-sized chequebooks. It’s prog. It’s proper. It’s panic. It’s Punk Floyd. It’s Ultrasound, and it’s going to end in tears.

And so we’re back, watching five people onstage at a gently sweating Bull & Gate in 2010. They are making an extraordinarily cosmic rock sound where songs seem to last for light years with so many peaks and troughs and pop-battered pockmarks one can barely guess where the next power chord is going to come from. Except that most of the 200 people with the massive grins in the Kentish Town back room do know when that next power chord is arriving because they are hearing ‘Same Band’ and ‘Stay Young’ and ‘Suckle’ for the first time for a decade. No major label presidents, no comedy chequebooks, just a lot of amazement and not a little bit of love. It’s Ultrasound, and this time it’s not going to end in tears.

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