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“IT WAS A BIT LIKE EASTER. Camden’s Proud Galleries was to be dead to us all by 2am. Indie disco disciples had congregated for the venues final leap into the Promised Land. But while porkpie hats were mourning on the roof terrace and projecting about how “Twisted Charm are my best mates from Art College, […]

“IT WAS A BIT LIKE EASTER. Camden’s Proud Galleries was to be dead to us all by 2am. Indie disco disciples had congregated for the venues final leap into the Promised Land. But while porkpie hats were mourning on the roof terrace and projecting about how “Twisted Charm are my best mates from Art College, y’know?” something was happening inside. A.Human were the resurrection. The Ghosts of Christmas Yet To Come. The new hope for live dance music, hurling aside the boulder from in front of their tomb, refusing to go quietly into the abyss. And it was joyous.

The biblical metaphor ends here. No-one can say for sure but it’s doubtful that as Jesus rose from the dead he jumped into a pulsing crowd in front of him, pinched a member of the masses granddad cap and started to narrate surreal electronic-nursery-rhymes-come-seedy-social-tales. This is what A.Human singer Dave did, sporting formal dinner wear and flailing his arms about with every plot twist, like a mad ringmaster. The remaining five A.Humans got all synthy and dark as they grooved along to lyrics about Jean-Claude Van Damme, sounding like the disowned arsonist siblings of The B52s.

We hear, “oh, you gotta see them live to really get it,” a lot from people flogging dead horses of bands, but it’s pretty much true with A.Human. Not to ‘get it’, but rather to see theatrical fun put back in dance music. “

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