2002 – Only Connect

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At Only Connect, The Barbican

27th April 2002 – Only Connect, The Barbican, London, UK

Set List

  1. Anarcadia: All Horned Animals
  2. Amethyst Deceivers (Version 2)
  3. Slur
  4. A Cold Cell
  5. Sick Mirrors
  6. An Unearthly Red


  1. Slur [possibly, given one surfaced picture]

Event Organization

According to Robin Rimbaud: “Coil didn’t play a full set as they were one of three artists playing that evening, commissioned by me to resonate with the exhibition in the gallery at the time, Game On. The other artists were Mouse on Mars and Plaid in the main theatre, whilst SND and others performed afterwards outside in the foyer. I’m still working my way through the archive for this recording as I know for certain it’s there on video!…It frustrates me as I have SO much stuff in my archive and it’s a massive task to digitise it all.” I asked him if he recalls Coil being upset by the short set time, to which he responded: “Not at all, as it wasn’t a Coil show, they were part of a trio of artists. The order was chosen almost randomly. There was no headliner as such…I only wanted to respond to the length of the set as it wasn’t really a Coil show in that sense. In actual fact they were commissioned to write NEW music so it was a little disappointing given that they had a generous budget and an opportunity to really explore that in this show but relied mostly on back catalogue. Not a problem for the fans but it felt like a missed chance in some ways. They received an extremely generous budget for the show which was meant to be their standard live fee PLUS money to write new material but sadly they never made the commitment. Then again Plaid and Mouse on Mars also simply ‘took the money’ – it’s curious how many artists don’t quite fulfil the commission in this way. Having said that the night sold out and was a massive success and we took the show overseas afterwards too. Curiously the only issue on the night was the rider for MOM who weren’t happy with the quality of the alcohol and wanted something especially expensive (very rock ‘n roll) and then complained that they didn’t like mushrooms which were in the food cooked personally for them. Geez, I realise how easy going I am in comparison :D. Also found my original notes for the concert, most of which were printed in the programme. What is interesting are the original timings and order: OPENING: Coil 90 mins CLOSE Mouse On Mars 75 mins”


Feeling: Reflective

“Backwards / The Remote Viewer” phase. Final live performances of “Slur,” “A Cold Cell,” and “Sick Mirrors”

Debut performance of “An Unearthly Red,” which replaces “Backwards” as the loud, abrasive closer to the set. At this point, it was not titled “An Unearthly Red” – the nascent lyrics do not reference George W. Bush, but the band did play the same flight simulator video. John calls it “Captain Clark Welcomes You Aboard Flight 23,” which is a lyric from the Throbbing Gristle song “The/An Old Man Smiled,” which in turn was a reference to the William S. Burroughs poem “Captain Clark Welcomes You Aboard.” This is also the only version of the song that has an intro clocking in at almost 3 and a half minutes and that incorporates elements from “Constant Shallowness Leads to Evil.”

Anarcadia: All Horned Animals

John groans into the mic at the very end of the song and an audience member chuckles before applause.

Amethyst Deceivers

John: “All horned animals, all horned animals, all hold animals, all horned animals, all hold animals. We worship at the shrine of the thylacine, we worship at the shrine of the thylacine.”

John (after the song): “That one was for all the mushroom boys, here.”
(Audience cheers)
John: “Fungal strategies, fungal strategies.”


John: “This one’s for Nicola Bowery, and also Marc Almond.” Nicola Bowery was the wife of artist Leigh Bowery.

John flubs some of the lines by not singing on the right beat starting with the second verse.

John (after the song): “Thank you, thank you very much.”

A Cold Cell

John: “This next song is, uh, dedicated to all the prisoners in the world, and the video which dying (?) is, uh, from what was the former USSR. Uh, Tajikistan, I think.”

Sick Mirrors

John delivers his famous extended Cher speech, which earns him numerous laughs from the audience: “Beware, beware the black shadow of Cher. Beware, beware the black shadow of Cher. She walks this land, she stalks this land. Cher made of antimatter, with real hair. Can I please have these two lights at my feet turned off for this one? Thank you. If possible, otherwise I’ll break them.” He then thanks someone, so they must have turned the lights off.

As far as I know, this was the first (and last) performance of the song to implement the backing video projection – up to this point, Coil merely implemented purple stage lights to cast shadows on the projection screen behind them. Peter later recycled the backing video projection for various songs and performances, such during “Anarcadia + The Gimp/Sometimes” at Den Haag 2002, “Drip Drop” at Birmingham 2003, and at the beginning and end of all the Black Antlers shows in 2004, making it the most versatile of the projections he ever used for live Coil performances.

John (after the song): “Thank you. I’ve neglected to mention [someone’s name I can’t make out] before I came on. I’m very thirsty tonight, sorry.”
Audience member: “I wish I did.”
John: “The miraculous image of sound washed ashore.”
Stage-hand: “Mister, sorry. Right this way. For you, press (?).” Perhaps someone had run onstage, or was going where he wasn’t supposed to?
John (scoffing): “Thank you. Heh. The miraculous image of sound washed ashore.”

An Unearthly Red

Audience member: (indecipherable)
John: “Wait, wait, wait, wait. Can we have the stage almost completely dark for this one, please, so the video can be seen? This is ‘Captain Clark Welcomes You Aboard Flight 23.’ If it is good enough for Williams Burroughs to fly, then I’m gonna go in it as well.”

Mushroom boys
Golden boys
Game boys
Space boys
Young boys

John’s closing words: “Thank you very much. That’s it for us this evening. They wouldn’t let us play as we asked, what you wanted, but next time, maybe. Thanks for coming to see us.” Regardless of Robin’s testimony, it seems Coil were upset they couldn’t play their full set, as they wanted to.


John Balance – vocals, sleigh bells on “Anarcadia: All Horned Animals”
Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson – Ableton sequence, video projections, Clavia Nord Modular Synthesizer
Simon Norris (Ossian Brown) – Clavia Nord Modular Lead Synthesizer, sleigh bells on “Anarcadia: All Horned Animals”
Cliff Stapleton – hurdy-gurdy
Mike York – Breton bagpipes, bombarde on “Anarcadia: All Horned Animals”
Danny Hyde – credited on the bill for “electronics” (sound mixing)

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Accompanying Concert Booklet

Ticket Stubs


Barbican Centre
Silk St


Sampler video for the whole program, which includes snippets of the AMT

Gig Review(s)

The following is a review of the concert (originally published here):

Coil – Barbican, London

As part of the Barbican’s Only Connect series of shows Coil were invited to take part in the final show devoted to computer games and electronic music.

Tonight represented Coil’s third major London appearance, and marked the final date of their European tour. Tonight Coil were missing Thighpaulsandra who was absent due to Spiritualized commitments. The nucleus of John Balance and Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson were as ever aided by Cyclobe’s Simon Norris on keyboards.

Coil arrived on stage in white druidic costumes shaking horse bells and carrying incense. It appeared like a purification ritual as Balance and Norris treaded the stage hooded, lead by the black clad, bearded and pipe playing Mike York in some form of pagan procession. Cliff Stapleton, the hurdy gurdy man, remained seated at the back.

The set opened with ‘Amethyst Deceivers’, backed by tapes, Balance invited the audience to pay respect to the vultures for they are your future. Coil’s slabs of electronic sound were augmented by Breton Pipes and hurdy gurdy.

Their stage set was sparse tonight. Christopherson stood behind a laptop, controlling the DVD visuals while Simon Norris concentrated on keyboards. If it wasn’t for John Balance’s spirited performance the show may have seemed somewhat limp and static compared to their previous London shows. ‘Slur’ was dedicated to Marc Almond and Nicola Bowery, wife of the late performance artist Leigh Bowery. The wailing bagpipes and constant drone of the hurdy gurdy blended surprisingly well with the Coil’s dark electronica of Horse Rotorvator.

What I believe to have been ‘Wounded Galaxies Tap at the Window’ followed. This as-of-yet unreleased track is inspired by a quote lifted from their friend William S. Burroughs. Balance continued to bounce, and clap outstretching his arms to the flanks of the stage and skyward. His animated performance at times appeared to resemble some twisted industrial fitness regime was fuelled by “too much amphetamines.” With the stark visuals of ‘A Cold Cell’ Balance’s restlessness proved something of a distraction. The brutal scenes of a youth prison in the former Soviet Union effectively reflected the lyrics. The sight of skinny white kids, abused and dejected, caused a wave of silence throughout the auditorium. Were Coil trying to make a political point? The scenes could have been lifted from an Amnesty International video, although I do feel there was definitely an air of Larry Clark about these visuals. A Cold Cell definitely rated as the highpoint of the night.

Balance appeared in good spirits and even delivered some humorous poetry concerning Cher’s hair. With typical perversity Coil’s prelude to their final track paraphrased William Burrough’s Captain Clark would like to welcome you aboard. The lights dimmed and immediately flight simulator visuals appeared on the screen. Game Boy, Space Boy, Mushroom Boys went the lyrics as above on the screen a passenger aircraft flew. And crashed. Over countryside over sea and over cities with skyscrapers. Planes took-off and crashed. The obvious was never made explicit. There was no need.

Thankfully this was Coil’s only concession to the theme of the evening. On reflection this was an infuriating and confused affair cut short by the Barbican. Balance himself apologised and claimed they would have played far longer.

Over the past two years I’ve witnessed Coil live three times and although the Barbican show failed to reach the dizzying heights of previous London shows Coil’s ability to fuse the mystical past with current technology ensures all Coil performances are remarkable events.

The following is a review of the concert written by “Gyrus” (originally published here):

Mouse on Mars/Coil/Plaid (live)
Plaid’s video show
The Barbican, London
27 April 2002

Part of the Only Connect series of live events, tonight was self-described thus: “The history of computer games has also been a parallel history of the development of electronic music… This evening’s performances are less illustrations of these sounds and more works informed by this history.”

Plaid (bottom right, tiny….)Well, Plaid set the scene well. They lived up to the computer games connection by serving up music that didn’t seem substantial enough to survive as anything worthwhile without their wonderful visuals. The video projection pulses as it tracks around a space filled with cubes stretching off into the distance, some pulsing yellow in time with the zap-gun beeps and beats; iron girders touch across a shimmering backdrop to create spinning clusters of spokes whose rotations smoothly contrast with the chaos about them; a huge human eye looks around as it gets pixelated, mosaiced and otherwise digitally fragmented; a spinning mandala is revealed to be a circle of arcade consoles flicking through classics such as Defender and Donkey Kong; a simple robot arm videos the two Plaid guys as they twiddle knobs, erratically panning about their mixing board and wobbling with the vibrations.

Coil quickly burst the bleeping digital bubble. Entering to warped Gyoto-style guttural chants, with bowls of incense, white gowns, circular mirrors fringed with fluff on their chests, a couple of them with white coverings over their heads, brandishing leather straps lined with bells, they seemed even more intensely pagan than usual in contrast to the preceding incessant Electronica. Naturally, squeaks and bass rumbles were in evidence. And their luscious visuals of fungi emphasised the crystalline, almost digital quality of tryptamine hallucinations. But they weren’t about to perform some commentary on arcade game effects and the abstractions of machinic audio.

So most of their set was recent material, performed by Coil, computer games be damned. Which I had no complaints about. A hurdy-gurdy and various pipes – on top of the incense and saturated colours of the light show and visuals – gave them a very organic, often ethnic feel. Thinking back to their minimalist performance of Time Machines, it was obvious that they could do ‘digital abstraction’, of sorts – they just didn’t want to.

But as Balance asked for the stage lights to go down so the visuals could be clearly seen for the last track, and we were confronted with a flight simulator screen, it was obvious they were going to make some concession to the night’s professed theme. A deep, ominous whumph pulses away. The plane takes off. The cockpit view switches to a view of the plane. It’s a big passenger jet, soaring into digitised clouds. Balance starts wailing over the entrancing noises. It sounds very Arabic to me – maybe the ethnic strains of the bulk of their show adding emphasis. Are Coil trying to say something here? The plane plunges, and just as its nose hit the ground, it freezes, and then it’s back in the sky. A mantric lyric creeps in: “Boys will be boys / Boys will be boys / Mushroom boys / Mushroom boys / Game boys”. Soon the ground the jet’s crashing into has tall blocks of skyscrapers scattered around. The obvious isn’t depicted; it’s never obvious. The obvious lurks. There’s a creative commentary here on hi-tech games and simulation, and lo-tech terrorism and paranoia, that is unstated, oblique, profound and shocking.

Mouse On Mars I have to admit I’ve never spent any time with Mouse on Mars, as it were. I was assured they’re worth staying for, so I did. They booted up with some laughably abstract, quiet squiggles and wibbles. Some of the audience applauded with ironic enthusiasm after about a minute of it, and one of the Mice jammed his arms in the air in a mock-rock appreciation posture, which was a small moment of comic genius. Unfortunately, the next 10 minutes did nothing to make me think they would elevate beyond their “specially commissioned” meditations on computer bleepery, and I left with that helpless animated passenger jet arcing across my mind.

The following is an unknown review of this concert (that I obtained via an unmarked Microsoft Word document):

Well, what a day yesterday was, starting with an afternoon at The Horse Hospital seeing Stapleton and Tibet’s brilliant works of art and hearing their music specially composed for the occasion – I also bought the double CD of it.

This was followed by an evening at the Barbican 6 rows from the front watching Mouse on Mars (superb rythmic electronics with a really good 3-d animated graphics backdrop) Coil, (about whom more later) and Plaid (pretty good when they got the rythm going, but a lot of, IMHO, pointless electronic noodling in between. Their backdrop of graphics just seemed to be random still images).

Incidental music between the acts was provided by Scanner, and was pretty amazing stuff as well.

Coil – well, what can I say – I haven’t got a set list and my state of mind was not conducive to good short-term memory ;-). The first few numbers were old ones, and I remember a very good version of Amethyst Deceivers and also a piece of music obviously from the fabled “Wounded Galaxies” non-release. Musically, the instrumental line-up was similar to the Remote Viewer CD, which was on sale still. (I was surprised that a limited edition of 500 for this tour hadn’t already sold out!). Unfortunately I only had enough money to buy a copy for myself. The graphics Coil played to were similar to when I saw them at the second RFH concert – swirly, psychedelic but I didn’t notice any slogans amongst them – perhaps they were all subliminal.

At one point, Jhon was about to start a new song when someone from the audience came up to the stage and left something on it, calling out to them that he had done so – I think this made Jhon lose his stride – he had to walk away from the mike and they never re-started that song.

Other than that, I thoughht Coil were on very good form.

I couldn’t hang about after the concert, so I don’t knoew if Coil “Meeted and Greeted” after the show.

If anyone recorded the concert, I’d love to arrange some sort of trade with them – contact me off list.

This wonderful day was only spoiled by the fact that there were major power problems with both Underground and Mainline train services which meant that what should have been at the most a one hour journey home took just over three hours.

Attendee Recollections

Donny Lemur attended this gig. He remembers: “I remember this gig very well. A bunch of hipsters behind me laughing and saying that Coil were shit. I’m not a violent person but I told them ‘If you don’t be quiet and show some respect, I’m going to knock you all through the fucking wall’. All 8 of them walked out. I got to enjoy the wonderful set.”

Terv Terran attended this gig. He remembers: “Now a raving convert, I next saw Coil in 2002 at the Barbican Centre. It was one great synchronius headfuck [sic] of hurdy-gurdy brilliance. Me and my cohorts were fungal strategists that night, and the extended moment that was their performance felt like it was for us and us alone.”

RileyElFunk, who attended this gig, remembers: “…the one at the Barbican (where they ran the Cold Cell video to a stunned silence) sponsored by Sony(?).”

Known Recordings

Tapes owners/taper:

AMT – Robin Rimbaud

Concert Recording Downloads