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SUNDAY 04 FEBRUARY

MOGWAI

BEAK> + MUGSTAR

6.30PM-11:00PM : £27.50 ADV (14+)

Due to phenomenal demand we are pleased to announce MOGWAI will be returning for a 2nd Night in February at Manchester's Albert Hall! Tickets On Sale Now!

Mogwai are an experimental rock band formed in Glasglow, Scotland, in 1995. In the two decades since, they've established themselves as one of the most important and influential underground artists of the past quarter century. In addition to the critical and commercial success of their many studio albums, Mogwai's music has appeared in dozens of iconic films, and the band have scored several high-profile productions – most notably the French supernatural drama, Les Revenants (The Returned). Mogwai are the rare band who seamlessly infuse the spirit and integrity of punk rock into the patient, cinematic bombast that can unquestionbably be called their own.

Every Country's Sun takes two decades of Mogwai's signature, contrasting sounds – towering intensity, pastoral introspection, synth-rock minimalism, DNA-detonating volume – and distills it, beautifully, into 56 concise minutes of gracious elegance, hymnal trance-rock, and transcendental euphoria. Produced by psych-rock luminary Dave Fridmann, it's a structural soundscape built from stark foundations up; from a gentle, twinkling, synth-rock spectre to a solid, blown-out, skyward-thrusting obelisk. There's percussive, dream-state electronics (“Coolverine”), church organs as chariots of existential fire (“Brain Sweeties”), tremulous, foreboding bleeping – possibly from a dying android (“aka 47”).

Their most transportive album yet, it also hosts their most fully realized art-pop sing-along of their storied history, “Party In The Dark,” a head-spinning disco-dream double-helix echoing New Order and The Flaming Lips, featuring Braithwaite's seldom-heard melodic vocals declaring he's “directionless and innocent, searching for another piece of mind”. This is music as a keep-out chrysalis, protective audio armor through exalting organs and portentous, dissonant guitar fuzz warping at the edges, bending the world inside-out into a reality in which you'd much rather live. The last three songs ascend into explosive exorcism, closing with the colossal “Every Country's Sun,” its searching intensity whooshing towards infinity in a dazzling cosmic crescendo.
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