Luke Abbott live review
To what must be the most intimate of London’s church venues Luke Abbott brings his most pagan music to date. Hunched over an altar of throbbing machinery that seems to spend the entire set straining at its master’s leash, the composer/producer generates an hour of impressionistic sonic art that glides from darkly ritualistic bass thud to warmly enveloping synth patterns, all the while giving the impression, much like a computer-based Battles, of a musician less performing his work, more discovering it for the first time there and then.
Occasionally it veers towards a 4/4 beat, although more often than not that nod towards accessibility feels like a miss-step rather than a concession; indeed it’s when Abbott’s at his most abstract that his music really sparkles.
