A choice of at least three shows to tickle your fancy tonight in North Wales, and I’ve been conscious of travelling to Liverpool to get my gig kicks of late. However, it was Bangor that piqued my interest on account of two bands I had not seen before and one I can watch endlessly…


That said band is Mudshark Incident, an ensemble of the bearded wizard James Phillips, the mercurial Duncan Black and the E-Cig smokin’ weird-drum totin’ Simon Erridge. Together they add angles to James’ original songs that trigonometry has yet to invent. I will never tire of Give Me Wings, I rate it right up there with the best… It forms part of a Mudshark Medley. They chuck in a disjointed instrumental, that I guess the three have written between them, and it really works as Duncan is all over the fret-board like a disease, but he doesn’t infect the set as this is an ego-free zone. Death is the common thread… Happy death… Kind of….


Mank
has been on the radar since he sent me his ‘Death Studies EP’ back in 2002. Since then he has visited the Arctic Circle as many times as he has released EPs and albums… That’s at least once a year (also as Llyn Y Cwn and Micrographia) and with each one the quality keeps growing. Check out his new album ‘Argatha’.
So to finally see Manky Ben performing live was a big tick on the list (he didn’t disappoint). It was interesting as all his work is computer/programmed, so there was a risk of seeing his crouched body over a laptop doing very little. Yep, the laptop was there, but Ben was wielding an 8-string electric guitar (the flash get!), so this live set was unlike his recorded output and bolted on another dimension to his string-laden bow. Sublime…


From the sublime to the ridiculous… Enter Lullaby For A Unicorn, made up from Bangor’s musical refugees playing a battle scarred and destitute noise that’ll make your dog cry. We have cowboy hats, capes, flashing trainers and utter nonsense. Oh, and a seagull called Steven that we were encouraged to point at. It’s very metal music with an industrial vibe, fronted by Justin Skinflick who was hellbent on dry fisting you into next week. Actually, most of the song subject was aimed at such areas and makes you wonder if it’s owing to conflict over toilet-training when they were infants.
Whatever the reason, it all added up to be a filthy spectacular x-rated performance that is a rarity in this dark PC-Nazi driven world…