Day for Airstrikes

小簡介
Instrumental prog-infused post-rock; I love it, but sometimes it can all get a bit, you know, serious. Day For Airstrikes, tonight at least, are the antidote to all that. Yes, they are an ingeniously skilled group of musicians who are clearly no strangers to the fifteen minute workouts of both early 70s Pink Floyd and Explosions In The Sky, but you get the feeling they might have been road-testing the venue's ever changing selection of Belgian mentalist beers. Or something, anyway. They play a stunning, fluid piece of twisting wonder which rises and falls and incorporates swooping guitar solos and the post-whatever tradition of more than one person bashing seven shades out of various extra bits of drum kit; carrying you along in its sonic travels. And then they get a massive attack of the giggles and descend into what could equally be band in-jokes or complete nonsense, someone shouts "Riffhouse!" and they thrash out a ten second hardcore metal attack. Well some of them do. Some of them forget to come in, so they have to do it again. By the end of the set this has mutated into "Riff Bathroom!" and one of them's standing on the front monitors thrashing at a cymbal with eyes like satellite dishes.