Durutti Column London Electric Screen
SAY WHAT? DURUTTI COLUMN London Electric Screen Few words are spoken: "say what you mean, mean what you say". Words sung are almost whispered—apologies and pleas. There's a trumpeter on loan from Simply Red, viola for that classic chamber-muzak feeling, and Bruce Mitchell, who keeps time in comic, slicked-back-hair 'cool' manner, Vini Reilly's music has always take stock of 'the passing of time' — tonight, the past plugs up '85's potholes; a few ancient guitar phrases recur, whilst the sparse drum and guitar opening pieces exorcise the first four DC LPs. Reilly's electro-piano licks are a treat: circular riffs and chords dripping with that Lee Perry-patented 'underwater' effect. Mr DC's six-stringing also defies hyperbole—the very definition of 'pure'. Words like: pastoral, 'Englishness', melancholy, pretty, trance-inducing, can still be chucked around whilst assessing DC85. Sadly, 'space', 'soli...