JO QUAIL LIVE @ KCC, SHIPLEY

HEAVY CELLO, ELECTRIFIED

Cannot quite place where Jo Quail‘s name first cropped up because I’m no cello head or orchestra buff, but it was in passing in the past couple of years and was definitely metal/rock/prog adjacent. Must have been a rock mag feature*. Beyond that, I know nothing about her or her music.

Yet here we are, a two-hour drive through Storm Austen on 23/10/2026, straight north of Buxton for a gig in Shipley, West Yorkshire

and Jo Quail is not even the reason for going to a Jo Quail gig.

But, we’ll touch on that later. The big question is, what’s it like seeing her live when all you’ve heard are the briefest of Bandcamp clips? All they did was confirm Something of Interest.

Mind-blowing and revelatory and beyond expectations, contradictory as that sounds given the deliberate lack of exploration beforehand. Taking to the stage solo with an electric cello – which is a piece of art in itself, a goth-ish carving of hollows, curves and dark-arts conjuring – Jo creates fragments of sound and music which she records and loops into fresh-made musical beds. She then plays cello with those backdrops, adding or subtracting sounds as she sees fit. It’s a live band with one person. And, musically, it’s compelling and intense. It rocks hard with heavy menace, changing all the time like a musical storm of colliding fronts. Powerful stuff.

This kind of performance has a virtuosity, intricacy and technical calibre far beyond my remit so if you need a proper musical insight, you better go elsewhere. All I can do is use emotional responses to impress on any rock or metal heads just how well Quail’s electric cello crosses over and satisfies anyone chasing a heavy, progressive, experimental fix. Rex, Butterfly Dance and KingFisher, from last year’s Notan album, are among the pieces played and each one captivates. Such playing – percussive, fragmented, physical – creates visual drama too, yet none of it is acted or choreographed … it’s all in the playing, the expression and the manipulation of sound in the moment. You watch as much as listen. SOLD, instant new convert here. Check Butterfly Dance if you haven’t already.

So, given that Jo Quail was more of a bonus – colossal bonus, as it turns out – who was the instigator of this Shipley night out?

worriedaboutsatan, the support act. They used to be a duo but Gavin Miller has steered the ‘satan ship solo for many years now and he’s a pretty prolific creator/producer of, to nab his own Bandcamp tag, spectral electronica. Don’t be thinking it’s dungeon synth or hauntological soundscapes or anything ethereal, though – typically, it’s big, solid, mid- or downtempo beats, kosmische propulsion and/or psychedelic ambience with occasional techno heat, depending on the mood. It’s spectral by way of the cool-not-cold edges and unhurried, slightly hushed atmospherics. Industrial ghosts.

Anyway, Miller is very local and this patch isn’t far from where I grew up, just over the border in Colne, so this Leeds-to-Skipton stretch of West Yorkshire feels very much like home. This could be influencing my interest, though that wouldn’t be enough if the music was shit.

Which it isn’t. With Sophie Green joining on violin, we get a half-hour instrumental of gently hypnotic, slow-trance type pulsations, lush electronic layers and unfolding guitar accents. No visual spectacle here, it’s all pretty static on that front, and the track is a mystery – though I have fallen behind with ‘satan listening, assuming it belongs to an album – but it’s an immersive wash of textures. Feels good to finally get here and enjoy at volume, in the room.

Finally, a quick word about the venue, Kirkgate Community Centre (KCC): get there if you can.

A converted former Victorian school, it feels like a restored chapel and truly runs on community fuel. Very friendly and inclusive, and two Type O Negative t-shirts spotted – good omens. Mercury Music Award nominees Knats play this week, and the day before Jo Quail it was Ye Gods. Back in July, Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs played. So did The Wildhearts. Looks like Salford psychonauts Gnod play next year too so keep an eye on the listings and go support when poss. With bands like that, it’s shaping up to be a grass-roots magnet for adventurous gigs.

*just happened to read Metal Hammer magazine’s review of ArcTanGent festival and Jo Quail gets a mention. Those are the circles she’s moving in

Other stuff to check:
worriedaboutsatan Bandcamp page

And on this blog:
Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs gig review, Manchester 2025
Wildhearts Endless Nameless album review

BORIS & UNIFORM – You Are the Beginning: TRACK OF THE MONTH

MAY REWIND: GODSPEED MAKES LIGHT, BORIS CUTS LOOSE AND TAMAR APHEK ROCKS HARD

Queens of the Stone Age have been on the playlist a fair bit these past few weeks. Must be the time of year. Or the appearance of new single Emotion Sickness and their fresh announcement as Glastonbury headliners. Or the Homme-sized wormhole started by a couple of top-drawer Kyuss reactions (NASTY!!! FLY!!!) from the groove-loving Lost in Vegas fellas Ryan and George. Or all of the above. Anyway, if Glastonbury is anything like their 2018 Finsbury Park show, QOTSA will surely win over the world.

Let’s start with a couple of typographic opposites. Just because, for one month only, we can.

First is the upper-case underscoring of ALL HANDS_MAKE LIGHT, aka Efrim Manuel Menucke and Ariel Engle, whose Waiting for the Light to Quit‘s drones-and-violin (is it?) shimmer teases a huge motorik explosion that never arrives, leaving you suspended in rays instead. Beautifully orchestrated, as you’d expect from a GY!BE/Silver Mt Zion spirit.

Second in this desperate, horribly contrived typo pairing is the lower-case/no-spaces charm of West Yorkshire favourites worriedaboutsatan. New album The Pivot takes a more varied detour from the consistently ambient/twilight electronica routes sometimes followed, and that’s mykindaworriedabouts – see the icy, metronomic pulse of Stop the Car for evidence. Go check The Pivot right here.

OK, a couple more awesome discoveries before we shut this dribbling tap of words OFF.

BORIS & UNIFORM – You Are The Beginning

Confession: after following them pretty devoutly for a few years in the noughties, I’ve dropped all Boris balls. Haven’t bought a new album of theirs since D.E.A.R. because that album continued a sequence that just didn’t quite land in the way that Feedbacker, Akuma No Uta, Altar, Smile and the like did. But this is part of the Boris trip because, as we know, there are very many Borises. It all depends which version(s) push your buttons.

Given all that, You Are The Beginning may well be the sound of a door re-opening – and if so, it’s a noisy, ripped-off-its-hinges door because this track starts like an uptempo kicker with harsh vocals and then loses its shit, winding up to a pummelling, chaotic clatter. Carnage from the neck up.

TAMAR APHEK – Crossbow

Primitive, repetitive bass and ultra-taut drums build the hyperactive motor behind Crossbow’s urgent, twitchy rhythm – until, that is, Tamar Aphek’s guitar howls voodoo across the joint. On this track she channels the free-thinking spirit of Savages and Fugazi, meaning space is the place – and it’s between the instruments. Not quite new, this tune and album came out in 2021 but it’s easily the most arresting new encounter from last week. And that’s why we’re talking about Crossbow.

’til next time!

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