a grim-faced Vicar about to administer the last rites,
I approached the Comsat's first gig this year with
grave apprehension. Not that one deliberately sets
out to bury a semi-rotting corpse without giving it
one last chance, of course, but this group's output
over the last year has hardly been inspiring. And
that's being generous!
miracles do happen and just when we were about to
give up on them completely, the Comsat's come up with
the goods. They have pulled themselves together, set
out on an imaginative slip road, are about to sign
with a new record company and are set to take the
charts by storm. Yes, I thought that might shock you!
The Comsat's have gone commercial!
But don't knock them, in might well turn out
to be their life-saver.
Comsat's surprise gig tonight is a low-key warm-up
for a major European tour, and it sees them giving
new meaning to older material by overhauling and streamlining
it with previously unseen passion and termination.
sheer power is astonishing. It's as if they are sick
of being in the second division and are hell bent
on proving just what they can do. And the glorious
thing about their new-found vitality is that they
never permit it to get out of hand. It never becomes
a mindless thrash.
Comsat's build each song with care and style, working
their way in slowly and emerging with an acutely balanced
end result. The guitars mingle feverishly with a dynamic
batch of keyboards and when they reach the end of
the tunnel there's always Stephen Fellows'
richly articulate vocals to ice the cake.