Some spellbinding showman takes his place. There’s a book for sale with his name on it, a signature on a blank page not far past its front cover. Baxter Dury has been temporarily stuffed into a box and placed under the bed. I’m not watching Baxter Dury, I’m watching Mr.

Pop with a capital P, it can be whatever they want and make it work, make it shine, under the watchful, wacky auspice of Pop. Its intensely dense, oddly assembled and well-executed. For Audiobooks, the stuff that falls to the floor or drops into the bucket is perfect material to manipulate and make do with. They leave me impressed, amused, intrigued as to what methods are put in place to make sure that whatever is thrown against the wall and sticks is the stuff disposed of. David Wrench and Evangeline Ling conjure up a hybrid of styles ranging from Lydia Lunch’s frantic, frenzied, howls in the raw, sonic scalpings in 8 Eyed Spy to the seismic, sprawling psychedelic mosaics as assembled by the Orb or darker, heavier, grittier-crystals-between-the-teeth workouts of Underworld. Supporting tonight are fellow Heavenly label mates Audiobooks. Ryan Walker is transfixed by this musical raconteur. Manchester welcomes the poet laureate of Ladbroke Grove, Baxter Dury, and his band – Madelaine Hart (keys), Lee Canham (bass), Shaun Paterson (guitar) and Adam Gammage (drums).

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