Screenadelica @ Liverpool Sound City review

Clutter live at Screenadelica, Liverpool Sound City

I was lucky enough to get booked to play Liverpool Sound City this year, added to the Screenadelica bill alongside Tim Hecker, Forest Swords & Ex Easter Island Head.

Screenadelica is a gig poster exhibition, celebrating the art of the screen printed gig poster, originating during Liverpool Sound City festival in 2010.

I was chosen by Peter Guy in the Liverpool Daily Post as a tip of the festival:

2. Clutter at Screenadelica, Thursday May 17, 9pm-9.30pm

Something completely different by way of Dalton-in-Furness. Clutter is the work of lone swordsman, Shaun Blezard, an improv-electro wizard who makes beautiful and somewhat blissful compositions which wouldn’t sound of out place soundtracking the Blue Planet.

Fans of Jóhann Jóhannsson will have a field day with Blezard’s minimalist jazzy ambience and we can only imagine the lovely drones emanating around Gary McGarvey‘s Screenadelica warehouse. (full article)

Then I had this lovely review of my live set in the same paper:

Clutter is at once a jumble of noise and an entirely thought out soundscape. Like a Rubix cube it slowly comes together for the more patient among us. Engage from the start to solve it and stick with it through thick and thin.

From behind a Mac with a Pacman style ghost on the back, Clutter manipulates strange pulses and animal like groans into recognizable patterns and shapes, adding backwards loops and elongated bass drones over clipped electronic beats.

People mill around Screenadelica looking at the impressive array of posters, yet gradually they are drawn into his dense and dark sound forest. 

One solitary figure stands centrally in front on Clutter throughout his performance, stoic and still, while others stay for a minute or two, and flit off, or begin to chatter, he remains still and focused.

Behind blue lights the bald figure that is Clutter looks more like a scientist than a musician, and perhaps he is.

Neither he nor his stoic fan flinch when an excitable youth who has probably wandered off from Mystery Jets‘ set mockingly larks around in front on the stage before being half-heartedly dragged off by a friend.

Clutter‘s soundscape are both disturbing and relaxing at once, and we set about the last 10 minutes of his performance working my way around Screenadelica‘s impressive array of posters, a deep and dark soundtrack that befits some of the best bands that ever were. (full article)