Upstairs at the Varsity Wolverhampton
Let it be said these Texans are darn parochial. When they cross the Atlantic not only do
they bring the state flag to accompany them on tour, but they also convoy a huge cow
skull along to remind them of life back home at the ranch. How they made it through
customs I'll never know, but it's fortunate for the small, expectant crowd gathered here
tonight that they did. For Lift to Experience ride a trusty old wagon of imaginative
soundscapes along a guitar drenched wasteland with the delay effects pedal set to eleven.
At their best, the interstellar grooves and tense dynamics are as captivating and evocative
as early Verve or Cocteau Twins (fitting as their signed to Robin Guthrie's record label
Bella Union). At their worst moments of self-indulgence they sound like Jeff Buckley on
acid. Either way Lift to Experience are a three-piece loud enough to make your ears
bleed, and ugly enough to scare off the girls. Well, that is until singer Josh 'Buck'
Pearson a six foot-something tall, Stetson wearing, denim-clad hunk of white trash opens
his mouth and a voice of fragile beauty hints at a hidden tenderness behind all the
southern fried machismo. However, unlike their fellow Texans Destiny's Child, you
sense that Lift to Experience are a band with their m inds set on more morbid matters than
the allure of their rear hides. This is evident as Josh delivers lyrics such as "blood-soaked
gagged and choked…stripped bare sucking air" on the glorious 'Falling from cloud nine'
with a candour which belies the sinister undertones. The sticker on his guitar reads:
"Don't mess with Texas." The hollow eyes of the cow skull appear to tell a similar story.
Written By: Steven H.