Orlando Higginbottom, better known as Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs, has an ice-blue sterility on record, detached electro paired with simple yet heartfelt adolescent lyrics. I’d expected a warmer sound live, but instead his live set accentuated the aloofness. He performed in ornamental regalia, bordered by dancing girls who intermittently cavorted to the music. They seemed less like a source of entertainment than a makeshift barrier between Higginbottom and the audience. He was fragile, alien, alone – a 21st century Mork.
The music was both ecstatic and subdued, exemplified by the 50/50 split of blissful revellers (clearly thanks to some chemical assistance) and ashen-faced shamblers around us for the first half of the set. The involvement was undeniably unanimous for the last few songs though, particularly a rousing performance of “Household Goods” that had everyone singing along.
This was my first time at this venue, Oh Hello, located at what used to be The Monastry. The venue is laid out like so:
This kind of set up, I imagine, works pretty well for your standard club night, where people are distributed as shown:
However, when you put a live act up you get this happening:
…which is best described as a “clusterfuck.”