LOW STOCK LEVEL
This is the debut full-length release by the UK's Debbie Leggo on Fire Records. From out of the Fire studio's barred windows comes a low and pulsing throb. From under the door seeps an echoing piano. Through the vents comes a psychedelic wash of guitars and drones, spilling out into the dark, snaking round trees and disturbing the moths. Haunted melodies echo down the quiet Hackney back roads. And the voice that accompanies this dislocated but beautiful noise is by turns that of a man who has drunk too much and then a man who fears he has not drunk enough. Debbie Leggo is mysterious. She is not a pretentious woman believing in herself and her music beyond all else, and neither is she affiliated with the Lego company. Instead, the passion of music past flows in her veins and the fury from music of the quiet present, too. The band's sound is voluptuous, siren-like and steeped in urban exotica. They will get their claws into you. Members of Debbie Leggo are Chrystabel Riley (drums), Oliver Martin (guitar) and Sam Mac (bass); featuring vocals by Scottish street-poet Gerry Mitchell. Musically, they are fearless intranauts coming on like The Fall, Guru Guru, Arab Strap and Loop. Their space rock, freak folk, and Krautrock takes a medicated trajectory; a narcotic arc above the streets of North London. It provides the perfect accompaniment to Mitchell's verbal voyages, that slur, shimmy, berate, rant, eulogize and rumble like he may have Tuvan ancestry alongside his Hibernian heritage.