Alex’s voice, fit with he extremely good looking Roy
Malloy’s seductive dulcet tones, grace in and out of the mix to tease you out
of that shitty mood and retrofit you with a smile. The show is intimate and
collected whilst the instruments sound incredibly real-to-record as the ensemble
hit everything like a well oiled machine. The performance however is something
else entirely. Somewhere between guilty pleasure music and a dark alternate
reality, built on binary codes and structured on synth and sax, it resembles a
futuristic but lactic agglomeration, something that everyone (except those
intolerant to nutritious sounds) can enjoy. Interspersed between this are witty and charming tip
bits of humanity, stories and allegories about the weird part of our virtual
world, chunks of Alex himself to a degree, that are enough to make you chuckle
and forget yourself for a moment.
The only thing missing, from an otherwise
flawless gig, was a stool review, was it a dangerous three legger? A well
engineered steel number with a reinforced coupling? Or did Malloy stand!? We
will never know… just another mystery added to the elaborate rasa that is Alex
Cameron.
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