I arrived in time to hear the end of Bill Kouligas (the man behind Berlin's PAN Records). The bass and power of the sound were making the concrete throb, which was both cool and kind of worrying. Inside the thunderous wall of noise sharp sounds played off each other, matching power and knife-edge precision.
After a cooling breather on the roof, it was back into the carpark for Roly Porter, who played an improvised experimental electronics set with Cynthia Miller (they're keeping it in the family apparently, as she's his Aunt). Their heavy set was nicely primal, with unsettling rumblings and deep dark undercurrents.
Out one side of the crowded dark carpark you could see the lights of the London skyline and overground trains which perfectly complemented the tough electronics noisily rumbled past on the other. Roly Porter and Cynthia Miller seriously cranked it up in the final minutes for an especially brutal onslaught, then that was it - time to bolt upstairs for fresh air and Camparis.
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