An ‘oof is what you get on the end of an ‘oss
Bo Ningen are Japanese but (it seems) based over here, and they were Bloody Ace with a capital “B” (and/or “A”, whichever way you want to chop it). Some old-timey garagey riffs and some pointy-sounding post-punk-y riffs, with funny time signatures and some resemblance to the K-word that I’ve been using far too often so far this year. With them rocking like mad and being very animated on stage, I thoroughly enjoyed their set. Definitely one to look at/listen to further.
Before we get on to discussing the wonder of Chrome Hoof I want to get two minor negative points out of the way. Firstly there were only seven of them at this gig – they’re supposed to number double figures at least. This was the third time I’d seen them but in some ways it only feels like two-and-a-half. Mind you, as Stevie Too Bad pointed out when I told him about it the following day: “That’s the trouble with these modern motherships mate – they can be flown by a smaller crew!”
Secondly, although people were shouting out “HOOF!” as is right and proper, they were pronouncing it as though they came from Surrey or somewhere. Hoof, particularly here, should rhyme with “monkey’s chuff” and not with “that example is uncouth”. Don’t argue with me, posho.
Other than that – sublime. Perhaps not quite as much so as at their lauded 2007 Bar Academy gig, which was a top-twenty set of all time ever and co-incidentally where I acquired that story I have about being beamed up and probed, but sublime nevertheless. We had the customary silver robes for most of the band (the next step is surely for committed fans to start attending gigs in their own home-made versions). We had a white catsuit and several-inch-long false nails for singer, giving us a vision of some Blaxploitation Fredwina Krueger. We had the sounds of their disco/funk/K-genre/metal/psychedelic/avante garde. We had their weirdo rhythms. We had lots of passages that should by all rights be complete chaos but in the hands of this band were focussed into tight-as-a-gnats-hoof (see) prog/dance music from the moon via The Mothership. We had, most importantly of all, bassoon.
I really do think there should be more bassoons in pop.
(There’s another account here, with some great photos).