Squarepusher. O my god. The guy comes from outer space. He delivered some new kind of a concert. 150 percent energy, but does he care about the audience? Every song starts with a steady groove which was broken down into pieces after seconds. Squarepusher-like micro-rhythms that delighted the crowd in front oft the stage (the ones that immersed into sound or that ones like me, trying to figure out how he´s doing his job, what equipment he uses and so on ); that confused the dancers, who tried to capture a groove but can´t; that irritated the rest of the crowd in the back of the room who moved around waiting for some music that can be memorized and taken home. No way. It was musique concrete pushed on a new level.
The light-show - overwhelming. But that black and white flashing LED patterns had a reminiscene of fascistic sign systems. A heroic coldness, distance.
In all this Squarpusher acts like a robot with a LED-helmet. Face hidden, sparse gestures, far away from the crowd, not really getting in touch with them. And leaving them totally alone with his bass solo in the end of the show, which was a brute atonal noise fxperience, screeaming sounds that must not have a bass as origin. In itself an unbelievable example of a bass transcending his functions the solo was also a great piece of narcissm.
Nonetheless, Squarepusher is one of the greatest artists of our time because he changes the rules.
