Tale of the Son

"A pair of discarded shoes nose dirty stage floor. There is a skew rectangle of bright light from the projector splashed on the back wall, and in it's frozen glow the sock-footed man with the bangs and the guitar looks down at his own fingers ...and go! Hell do they go. With the pace of the drums and the curling, yawning tongues of guitar lapping at my ear drums, Tale of the Son snuck into my mind and started to pull. The sounds are about motion: a relentless, high speed and in no uncertain terms forward motion. They've found a place they want to take us - but it's only by the perfect combination of their noises and visuals that we can arrive. And I, for one, certainly did." Deconstruction

Johannesburg, GP