2002 – Royal Festival Hall

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1st October 2002 – “Mind Your Head” Festival, Night 2 – Royal Festival Hall, London, England

Set List

  1. I Am Angie Bowie (Sine Waves)
  2. The Last Rites of Spring
  3. A Warning from the Sun
  4. Ostia
  5. I Don’t Want to Be the One
  6. Bang Bang (Sonny Bono Cover)
  7. Are You Shivering?

Background

Feeling: Reflective

Live Four” phase.

Massimo and Pierce stopped painting the black stripe along their bodies from this point on.

Coil opened for Sigur Ros. They liked the band and so Pierce Wyss and Massimo Villani did not make a mess of the stage like they usually would. The pair gave out organic apples to audience members. Massimo even gave one to Marc Almond, who was in attendance at the show. This is the only gig I know of where Pierce and Massimo did this.

I used to think “Amethyst Deceivers” might have been played and just not recorded, but then I realized the AUD is complete and the song really wasn’t played, possibly due to time constraints on the band – there was never any occasion where they played more than 55 minutes or so at the Royal Festival Hall.

Before the gig, the announcer says, “Hello, welcome to the Royal Festival Hall. Yeah, that’s it. You can make a big noise. This is, uh, night two of a festival we call ‘Mind Your Head.’ Um, people ask me what it’s all about. Rather than tell you, I’ll just say, uh, what we have coming up. We have The Nice coming up on the 6th with Simian and support, we have Bang on a Can All-Stars performing the music of Terry Riley and Steve Reich on the 7th, and on the 10th of October, Perre Ubu are playing a live soundtrack to It Came from Outer Space (in 3D), with The Electric Prunes supporting. So, what is ‘Mind Your Head’? It’s a drug festival, let’s face it. And with no further ado, it is with great fear and pleasure we bring on Coil.”

“I Am Angie Bowie (Sine Waves)” is an instrumental, here, and “The Last Rites of Spring” is missing the “William Burroughs is hallucinating in space” line, replaced by “We’re feral” instead. The first word from John is “Electricity has made angels of us all / It’s electricity pulsating through the voltage” as the former song segways into the latter.

As “A Warning from the Sun” commences, John says, “Would you care about a solar flare? Would you care about a solar flare? A warning, a warning from sun, ‘A Warning from the Sun.’” As the song transitions into “Ostia,” he continues, “This next song is about Pasolini and it’s from Horse Rotorvator. But first, some poetry from an Italian.” After the song, he says, “Thank you. Thank you, thank you.”

Before and as “I Don’t Want to Be the One” commences, John says, “Sometimes, uh, you do things you really don’t want to do, but you have to do them anyway, and sometimes people put things upon you – they project – and they say things about you and they think things about you, and they tell you things, and sometimes it just gets a bit too much, and I just say, ‘I don’t wanna, don’t wanna be the one. I just don’t want to be that person for you. I’ll be another person for you. But don’t ask me to be me now. Not right now. I don’t want to be the one. I don’t have to be the one. I’m gonna be someone else. Take it away, take it away, take it away. Give it to someone else. Don‘t involve me. Don’t try and involve me. Some things do with you, it’s nothing to do with me, don’t involve me. I don’t want to be the one. I don’t have to be the one. I don’t have to be the one and I don’t want to be the one. It’s not my problem, it’s yours. You work it out. Ask someone who doesn’t know who they are. Ask someone who doesn’t care who they are. Ask them if they’ll give themselves away to you? Ask yourself would you give yourself away to someone else? Go ask them such a question. I don’t want to be the one.”

After “Bang Bang,” John says, “Everyone has a bit of Nancy Sinatra in them somewhere. That’s a beautiful song written by Sonny Bono for Cher, originally, I think. All good, good people.” As “Are You Shivering?” starts up, he continues, “I’m a happy kitten tonight, I’m in love. I’m a happy kitten and I’m in love. But I’m cold. I’m cold. Cold and I’m hungry and I’m thirsty. Yesterday, I tried. Yesterday, I cried for five hours. First cry, the last cry. This is moon musick by the light of the moon. We’ll ask them for international dark skies. Please switch off the lights, please switch off the lights in your houses, in your houses, in your streets, in the streets.” International Dark Skies was one of the proposed titles for Backwards.

John’s closing words: “…And that was it for us tonight, thank you. Thank you very much, thank you.”

The following is a review of the concert written by Richard Fontenoy (published here):

Coil (live at Mind Your Head)
The Royal Festival Hall, London
1st October 2002

Following an introduction which emphasizes the psychedelic nature of the selection of musicians and bands from Glenn Maxx, the South Bank Centre’s mastermind for the Mind Your Head season, Coil emerge on stage bathed in UV light, their white costumes stark as the sine waves of their opening number, traces of the music projected visually on the giant screen behind the band. They are joined by Massimo and Pierce of Black Sun Productions, who stand to the front as nude statues in deliberately-paced motion, palms out and impassive as the chaos of noise and light builds behind almost as slowly. The strobes kick in at brain-bending frequencies to match the electronic whirlwind, subliminal texts flicker across the screen, and John Balance dusts his hands, declaring “Electricity has made angels of us all”, as the emergent bass rumbles rhythms into the hall.

Squitters and gurgles of Burroughsian synths and words in his honour pull matters further back and faster, as Balance informs the audience; Stravinsky strokes creep out to a watchful ring of fire wreathing incensed scents and cranked-down rhythms, and the sight of lemurs and millipedes in timeless struggle fills the wall behind. The music ascends into squeaking arrhythmia and escaping vocalisations echoplexing into insanity – “We are feral…we are animal… we are horses,” declares Balance, staring around the rest of Coil, at the projections and the crowd as if unsure that any or all are really there, jerking and spasming to the screech and snitches of the electronic abyss.

The cacophony of sound which follows is matched by colourful blotches in motion: the nudes raise arms as Romanesque pillars bracketing Balance’s itchy Pan-led restlessness. “The Sun is coming” he warns, accompanied by sonic sunspots sputtering and erupting in a solar windstorm around the trio which the technicians of Starship Coil work their mysterious electronic machinations behind. Darkness falls to a shimmering scatter of trebly tones, and it doesn’t seem certain if Balance considers the sun’s arrival is an entirely beneficial event as the title “Warning From the Sun” perhaps indicates.

A short poetry reading from Massimo to the accompaniment of amplified and enhanced insect chirrups precedes a mournfully-slow rendition of “Ostia”, Coil’s homage to the visionary Italian director Pier Paolo Pasolini. Pictures of the man himself and still images of empty rooms and ominous towers flick past while the Black Sun boys pass out apples from the bountifully-laden baskets on stage among the rows of seats. The cyclical swirl of the song finds new levels of sad reflection on a murdered artist, and the ending comes in digital snowflakes, chilly and elevating at the same time, the Festival Hall shrouded in a respectfully weird atmosphere. The fruit distribution continues during the screeching anguish of “I Don’t Want To Be The One”, as Balance’s heartfelt, rending flow of distracted anti-Messianic self-denial and almost piteous excoriation of connection with worldliness pours into the gathering strobes and spears of coloured lights, bringing forth a primal electronic storm screams.

So it’s quite a surprise when the next piece is a strange cover of Sonny and Cher‘s “Bang Bang”, slowed to a torch song croon with Thighpaulsandra‘s piano accompaniment, exposing both the limits and range of Balance’s voice in the process. This is probably the high point of high camp of Coil’s live performances thus far, and one which, while not entirely overcoming (or maybe even surpassing) the saloon-bar misery of the original, they bring off with considerable dignity. The finale of what is a shortened set for their current live tour combines Throbbing Gristle with Tangerine Dream, as the rolling ethereal synth chords and wobbly pulsations of “Are You Shivering” ooze out while a virtual yellowed sea washes in the gravitational fields of the bright white moon on screen. This is one of a magickal band’s most spellbinding moments, the gurgling electronic voices floating through the disquieting ambient ocean bringing incandescent life to the stage as bats fly from the lunar surface in hyperreal loops. While the nudes breath deeply to the rhythms, the auditorium of the Festival Hall seems almost frozen in time by an apparently endless song of sub-zero lunar collapse, completing the trip with a nagging question from Balance circling in the mind – “Are you loathsome tonight?”

Terv Terran attended this gig. He remembers: “Coil played again in late 2002 at the Royal Festival Hall in London. It was a seated gig and we were quite far away from the action. Consequently, the audience annoyed the hell out of me by talking among themselves and not giving the artists the attention they deserved. Coil’s set was very song-based this time, with lots of tracks from the later half of their recording career played very tightly. ‘I don’t want to be the One’ screamed out to a black sun sticks in my mind like a dark happy shard. Oh and there were pretty naked boys with apples…”

Attendee Recollections

Terv Terran attended this gig. He remembers: “Coil played again in late 2002 at the Royal Festival Hall in London. It was a seated gig and we were quite far away from the action. Consequently, the audience annoyed the hell out of me by talking among themselves and not giving the artists the attention they deserved. Coil’s set was very song-based this time, with lots of tracks from the later half of their recording career played very tightly. ‘I don’t want to be the One’ screamed out to a black sun sticks in my mind like a dark happy shard. Oh and there were pretty naked boys with apples…”

Gig Review(s)

The following is a review of the concert written by Richard Fontenoy (published here):

Coil (live at Mind Your Head)
The Royal Festival Hall, London
1st October 2002

Following an introduction which emphasizes the psychedelic nature of the selection of musicians and bands from Glenn Maxx, the South Bank Centre’s mastermind for the Mind Your Head season, Coil emerge on stage bathed in UV light, their white costumes stark as the sine waves of their opening number, traces of the music projected visually on the giant screen behind the band. They are joined by Massimo and Pierce of Black Sun Productions, who stand to the front as nude statues in deliberately-paced motion, palms out and impassive as the chaos of noise and light builds behind almost as slowly. The strobes kick in at brain-bending frequencies to match the electronic whirlwind, subliminal texts flicker across the screen, and John Balance dusts his hands, declaring “Electricity has made angels of us all”, as the emergent bass rumbles rhythms into the hall.

Squitters and gurgles of Burroughsian synths and words in his honour pull matters further back and faster, as Balance informs the audience; Stravinsky strokes creep out to a watchful ring of fire wreathing incensed scents and cranked-down rhythms, and the sight of lemurs and millipedes in timeless struggle fills the wall behind. The music ascends into squeaking arrhythmia and escaping vocalisations echoplexing into insanity – “We are feral…we are animal… we are horses,” declares Balance, staring around the rest of Coil, at the projections and the crowd as if unsure that any or all are really there, jerking and spasming to the screech and snitches of the electronic abyss.

The cacophony of sound which follows is matched by colourful blotches in motion: the nudes raise arms as Romanesque pillars bracketing Balance’s itchy Pan-led restlessness. “The Sun is coming” he warns, accompanied by sonic sunspots sputtering and erupting in a solar windstorm around the trio which the technicians of Starship Coil work their mysterious electronic machinations behind. Darkness falls to a shimmering scatter of trebly tones, and it doesn’t seem certain if Balance considers the sun’s arrival is an entirely beneficial event as the title “Warning From the Sun” perhaps indicates.

A short poetry reading from Massimo to the accompaniment of amplified and enhanced insect chirrups precedes a mournfully-slow rendition of “Ostia”, Coil’s homage to the visionary Italian director Pier Paolo Pasolini. Pictures of the man himself and still images of empty rooms and ominous towers flick past while the Black Sun boys pass out apples from the bountifully-laden baskets on stage among the rows of seats. The cyclical swirl of the song finds new levels of sad reflection on a murdered artist, and the ending comes in digital snowflakes, chilly and elevating at the same time, the Festival Hall shrouded in a respectfully weird atmosphere. The fruit distribution continues during the screeching anguish of “I Don’t Want To Be The One”, as Balance’s heartfelt, rending flow of distracted anti-Messianic self-denial and almost piteous excoriation of connection with worldliness pours into the gathering strobes and spears of coloured lights, bringing forth a primal electronic storm screams.

So it’s quite a surprise when the next piece is a strange cover of Sonny and Cher‘s “Bang Bang”, slowed to a torch song croon with Thighpaulsandra‘s piano accompaniment, exposing both the limits and range of Balance’s voice in the process. This is probably the high point of high camp of Coil’s live performances thus far, and one which, while not entirely overcoming (or maybe even surpassing) the saloon-bar misery of the original, they bring off with considerable dignity. The finale of what is a shortened set for their current live tour combines Throbbing Gristle with Tangerine Dream, as the rolling ethereal synth chords and wobbly pulsations of “Are You Shivering” ooze out while a virtual yellowed sea washes in the gravitational fields of the bright white moon on screen. This is one of a magickal band’s most spellbinding moments, the gurgling electronic voices floating through the disquieting ambient ocean bringing incandescent life to the stage as bats fly from the lunar surface in hyperreal loops. While the nudes breath deeply to the rhythms, the auditorium of the Festival Hall seems almost frozen in time by an apparently endless song of sub-zero lunar collapse, completing the trip with a nagging question from Balance circling in the mind – “Are you loathsome tonight?”

Line-up

John Balance.
Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson.
Thighpaulsandra.
Simon Norris (Ossian Brown).
Massimo Villani – Pasolini poem on “Ostia,” performer.
Pierce Wyss – performer.

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Venue

Royal Festival Hall
Southbank Centre
Belvedere Rd
Lambeth
London
SE1 8XX

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Known Recordings

Tapes owners/taper:

AMT – Gnat Tang.