I couldn't believe Ulrich Schnauss was on at the Norwich Arts Centre, artists I like never seem to come to the UK let alone my home town. He wrote one of my favourite ever albums A Strangely Isolated Place and so I was super-excited to be going to see him in such an intimate venue.
The night was a bit more noise based than I would have hoped. Local support act Sennen were fairly intense shoe gazing noise merchants, actually pretty good, and extremely loud. The next band from the US Airiel seemed very dull to me, so we sat outside from where they sounded like Oasis to me (oh dear).
Then we went back in to see Herr Schnauss, he was wandering about in the crowd, and as he walked past us, there was a grim eggy smell in the air. Groo! Then when he came back, so did the smell. So he was obviously relieving himself of toxic gas before his set!
He followed on the noise theme, by layering his compositions to the point of excess and self-indulgence. The beauty of his twinkly pristine tracks still shone through, but he is obviously entering an angry feedback period. Thankfully he played a couple of his pretty tunes for the encore, which was very relieving.
God bless Ulrich Schnauss and his farty bottom.
