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Save the date – let's let our hair down on Saturday 15th August! 🚀
We're incredibly excited to welcome PADDY STEER & OKO OKO's DJ SET for a truly one-of-a-kind live performance.
One of Manchester's most distinctive and inventive musicians, Paddy is a multi-instrumentalist, composer and creator of the acclaimed Homelife project. His performances blend homemade electronics, synthesisers, percussion and found sounds into joyful, unpredictable sonic adventures. Equal parts DIY space programme, performance art and psychedelic electronic experiment, no two Paddy Steer shows are ever the same.
Joining us on the decks are oko oko band's James & John, soundtracking the evening with a special DJ set before and after the live performance. Expect an eclectic selection of alternative world psych-rock, obscure soundtracks, heavyweight library music, Krautrock, avant-garde pop and a touch of dub.
As with every gig at Langley Tracks, we'll have wood-fired pizzas cooking throughout the evening and the Waiting Room bar open for the duration.
This is an event for all ages, with free entry for children under 12. It's a relaxed, informal evening that encourages movement, dancing and enjoying the music however you like.
We can't wait to see you there!
LISTEN HERE -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prhHE3NtnyU&list=RDprhHE3NtnyU&start_radio=1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1sI45kfE2o&list=RDx1sI45kfE2o&start_radio=1
ABOUT : PADDY STEER
Paddy is a Zelig-like character along the timeline of Manchester’s musicalactivity. It’s a testament to his musicality that he has played with such a widerange of music and artists over the years, be it as a bass player, drummer,Hawaiian guitarist etc. or all these roles at the same time.His own Homelife project released six albums in recent years, Homelife'ssound was intricate but with a warm sense of wonder, a balance of songs andinstrumentals. Many musicians contributed to the Homelife project, brewedslowly by Paddy in his attic before being taken out as a small orchestra forsome very unique concerts.Never one to blow his own trumpet, Paddy quietly gets on with developing hiscraft. There is something of the fairy-tale cobbler working late into the night inorder to make the finest shoes in the kingdom, or maybe the musical elvesstrike up while he's in bed.Recorded , It’s a sometime cartoon-like music dense with events, newtextures and the colours of children’s paintings,sounds like a Swiss cuckooclock made of egg boxes and horsehair, glued together by an African Moogplayer in a Vietnamese iron monger's shop.In rejection of the notion of 'immaculate reproduction', live performances errmore daringly and admirably on the frontier of chaotic abstraction, expressionand focussed blunder, dice rolling down the hill in case of duende, as frombehind his stacked array of instruments, the anarchically intrepid punkgargles through a vocoder with his xylophone, all a-clatter under disco lightsand doilies.
Over 10 years I have witnessed Paddy Steer develop his alien avatar in themost difficult of nightclub and festival circumstances.It’s a synthesiser show that is so far away from kling klang clinicalism and thehaughty air of the modular meet.On the surface it is a pound shop space program.A one man Mercury capsule born of and attempting escape velocity from thederelict high street of Cash Converters, Maplins, abandoned antiques, yam,export & sari shops.People are drawn in by Paddy’s glowing pantomime.He could be a time traveller from a Victorian night garden with his gas
powered calliope or a future Arkestra Brundle Fly with ten Hindu arms.He’s out of time, out of place, quantum now and out of space!Freeze one stacked second and see how many sounds and spaces arebeing juggled from the bearded brain in the bone case in the cardboard boxwith the battery watery eyes.In performance after the false starts and furniture adjustments, without failI‘ve seen the casual listener fall into Paddy’s magic tar pit.The music is hellishly funk driven as if Larry Graham and Carl Stalling had alove child.Fat primary colours from the bass synths, grubby afro charcoal drums godown wires to lava bubble bursts.Every limb is attached with some kind of electric shaker, there is indeed awhole lot of shaking going on!The top synths are melodically mental, a tapestry of royal fanfares andstacked harmony that reflects the density of his hand wired world. Audiencesjust surrender or leave, too much data!Heads are mashed, shapes are thrown in tangled dancing as our Alien jerksthe strings.This new record is an attempt to get a version of his remarkable one manshow down on wax before common sense blows it away in the wind.There are now various scrapped versions of this record lying around. Paddyhas had to take himself out of the comfort zone of his own Trap Door studioand set this down with the medium of tape and performance rather thanconstruction. Primary colours must glow and total body music must be asjoined up handwriting. In the Instagram world of everyday amazingconfections this recording is thick with craft, a true and remarkableachievement. This will age beautifully.
