Nightshift review of MYLO @ Peepshow
Peepshow presents: MYLO
The Zodiac
Scotland’s answer to Royksopp. The Saviour of Dance Music. Myles MacInnes arrives in Oxford with the heavy weight of expectation bearing down atop his baldy head. Still, if that sort of thing worried the wee man from the Isle Of Skye, he certainly wouldn’t have called his debut album ‘Destroy Rock & Roll’ - a record which takes the kind of synth washes last heard when Huey Lewis was dancin’ on the ceiling and melds them into a tearstained rampage through empty, rainy streets, isolation, and finally to the respite of a seat in a nice, warm place, a relaxing drink, and maybe even a dance. But how to take this epic laptop voyage so beloved of so many people and present it in a live environment populated by the likes of Chris and Andy – two ‘avin’ It’ Glaswegians I get chatting to in the pub beforehand – in the prestigious setting of Peepshow’s headline slot?
Well, it helps if you can play keyboards and guitar. Thankfully Mylo can – he alternates between both – as do his two sidekicks in a curious three-man, drummerless line-up. Next you’ve got to forget about all those slow tunes we used to call ‘winebar music’ in the mid-90’s – even if this means dropping gems like ‘Sunworshipper’ in favour of a couple of four-to-the-floor b-sides – and chuck in some disco: ‘Otto’s Journey’, and the one that samples Richard Marx. Finally, it’s midnight – don’t fuck about – get things underway with ‘Destroy Rock & Roll’, an agit-techno stomper that features a roll call of those charged with crimes against music (Billy Joel, Billy Idol; worth noting that Duran Duran get mentioned a lot), and don’t let up. And… and… and before you know it, an hour’s past and 300 people are yelling for more. And Chris and Andy are grinning from ear to ear. Job done. Good work my friend.
Aidan Larkin
The Zodiac
Scotland’s answer to Royksopp. The Saviour of Dance Music. Myles MacInnes arrives in Oxford with the heavy weight of expectation bearing down atop his baldy head. Still, if that sort of thing worried the wee man from the Isle Of Skye, he certainly wouldn’t have called his debut album ‘Destroy Rock & Roll’ - a record which takes the kind of synth washes last heard when Huey Lewis was dancin’ on the ceiling and melds them into a tearstained rampage through empty, rainy streets, isolation, and finally to the respite of a seat in a nice, warm place, a relaxing drink, and maybe even a dance. But how to take this epic laptop voyage so beloved of so many people and present it in a live environment populated by the likes of Chris and Andy – two ‘avin’ It’ Glaswegians I get chatting to in the pub beforehand – in the prestigious setting of Peepshow’s headline slot?
Well, it helps if you can play keyboards and guitar. Thankfully Mylo can – he alternates between both – as do his two sidekicks in a curious three-man, drummerless line-up. Next you’ve got to forget about all those slow tunes we used to call ‘winebar music’ in the mid-90’s – even if this means dropping gems like ‘Sunworshipper’ in favour of a couple of four-to-the-floor b-sides – and chuck in some disco: ‘Otto’s Journey’, and the one that samples Richard Marx. Finally, it’s midnight – don’t fuck about – get things underway with ‘Destroy Rock & Roll’, an agit-techno stomper that features a roll call of those charged with crimes against music (Billy Joel, Billy Idol; worth noting that Duran Duran get mentioned a lot), and don’t let up. And… and… and before you know it, an hour’s past and 300 people are yelling for more. And Chris and Andy are grinning from ear to ear. Job done. Good work my friend.
Aidan Larkin
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