Public Service Broadcasting (The Leadmill) 16th May 2013 – Review
If there's one problem with gigs it's that they're not the telly, so we were delighted when the stage for tweed-punk duo Public Services Broadcasting at the Leadmill last night featured a veritable collection of wazzock's lanterns…
Hooray! Now we can watch Britain's Biggest Hoarders and catch the UK's most exciting post-war pop duo, we thought. But wait! The flickering, dusty TVs were set up to show some of the band's awesome visuals. And they were in stark contrast to the enigmatic pair's debut Sheffield show as Public Service Broadcasting shook off the cobwebs with a romp through their hugely enjoyable debut album.
PSB's powdered egg-heavy schtick is based on samples of old films, documentaries and promotional videos, but all given an electronic twist. It's a bit like the much missed Lemon Jelly, but with a greater emphasis on performance. Dressed in tweed jacket, glasses & bow tie and silhouetted by mini searchlights as he dashed between keyboards, laptops and even a banjo, J Willgoose Esq 's could have passed for a particularly busy Doctor Who. Partner-in-brine Wrigglesworth’s contributions on drums shouldn’t be overlooked tho. His driving rhythms are the heart of PSB's occasionally chin-strokey tunes and bring out the best in Mr Willgoose, making the tub-thumper, we suppose, a kind of beardy Amy Pond.
Cowering from the power of their single ‘Spitfire’ – which mixes images and dialogue from BFI-presented World War 2 propaganda films – PSB's success seems largely to have been a word of mouth thing, but the Leadmill was almost at capacity tonight. Hopefully they'll be back to do the timewarp again soon.
Review by Mark Perkins. Photograph by Paul Hudson .