Flying Lotus Toronto Review (10.21.14)

Flying Lotus ended his Your Dead! album promotional tour stop with a stark appraisal of the Toronto crowd: "You're poor!".   Invoking the built-in rivalry between Montreal and Toronto Lotus couldn't help himself but to comment on the superiority of the Montreal audience the night before.  And it's true the crowd was weak, Toronto crowds are notorious chin waggers and even at events where you would presume dancing would be involved (like an EDM concert) - there is not.  Toronto is the Screwface Capital- it's true.  But Brainfeeder label honcho Steven Ellison should have known to come correct.

Whatever weak label DJ's he threw on before his set basically trotted out all the club staples from trap to electro to breakbeat with no particular identity.  The second DJ, JPX or JFX (don't look it up), had no well, soul.  His song selections lacked any sort of coherent linkage (or even non-linkage).  If he was making noise it was just noise.  At one point he played the opening of some Metalheadz Goldie shit, which got you half hyped for a second, but then it turned out to be some soft boy remix.  He threw in some reggae and dancehall at the end of the set for the 11 persons of colour in the audience as well as one - clearly overjoyed - Trustafarian.

The audience was as noteworthy as the musicians for their lack of diversity.  Many would not look out of place in a United Colours of Benetton advertisement if that reference had any cultural cache anymore.  It seems highly likely that at least three couples had some form of charcuterie before they arrived.  But they deserved better and did not get it.  Or at least not until mid-way through the Flying Lotus' set at the end of the evening.

There was a lot of anticipation for Thundercat, who sounds great on record as recorded by Ellison.  Unfortunately live his set (plagued by sound and sonority problems) comes off like one long godawful fretless bass solo that is circling the bowl of some cruise ship calibre type shit.  His drummer has no feel, no touch and only the most rudimentary understanding of his instrument.  If he was a barber he would only know how to do four haircuts.  The keyboardist Edgar Winters IV (not actual name) made the best of his winnowing locks and tightly tailored jacket (he also played a number of keyboards) and fortunately was not stricken with the albinism of his forebears.  When they finally stopped playing most could not comprehend what they had just experienced. Literally.

The hype around Ellison is largely legitimate.  His background alone, as the nephew of John and Alice Coltrane's makes him a genuine source of curiousity (with all his recent outings Cosmogramma (2010) and Until The Quiet Comes(2012) steeped in Alice's brand of mysticism.  His sound is often a pastiche of glittering sound, chimes, saxophone squawks and bass freakouts- affecting a sort of electronic confetti.  Bohemian EDM might be a good way to describe it.  As with any musician these days the endorsement of  Pitchfork is pivotal and they grabbed on by both ponytails.  Pitchfork and Flying Lotus are embroiled in a love embrace that is both repellant and perfectly fitting since the latter's job is to name the zeitgeist and the former is - well the zeitgeist. At least for this moment.  

So where was I?  Basically Ellison presses play on a pre-recorded mix within a convex dodecahedron that functioned as the performance pod/ visual backdrop for the whole proceeding.  He also made large silhouetted and pantomimed gestures some of which included actually adjusting levels- mids, mid-highs, highs, as well as quite a lot of lows. For the first part of the set he had lit up sunglasses, at one point he asked for some water rather brusquely.  The visuals admittedly were unbelievable and saved the show.    Drawing at times on some of the Brainfeeder motifs (brains, lobotomies, skulls) they were largely a constantly evolving barrage of deeply hallucinatory visuals.  If you didn't have Nintendo Epilepsy before this concert you do now.

He also played some music including Camel (from 2008's Los Angeles) Sultan's Request and Getting There (from Until The Quiet Comes); MmmHmmm and Do The Astral Plane (from Cosmogramma) and very little actually from Your Dead! (Coronus, the Terminator and Dead Man's Tetris).  He did a great left-field drop of ScHoolboy Q's Man Of The Year.  When he finally came out from behind the curtain he got into some of his MC material as Captain Murphy from 2012's Duality (El Topo and Mighty Morphin' Foreskin) which seemed to legitimately hype up the crowd- right up until he started shitting on them.

Then Thundercat came out in some godawful fucking fox headdress and jammed out with his lord and master from behind the Oz thing.  That part was really awful.  As one parting dig despite the fact that the audience didn't show him enough love or not the kind of love he wanted he sharply exited the stage saying: "But I'm still going to go back there and press play" (because I already have your money).  Then he put up some trippy album cover promo and basically said peace I'm out.  And we were like 'yeah we're out too'.  Yikes.