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    [ Lift to Experience ]


    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.