Facts Are Facts & Fiction’s Fiction, Liars.

Facts Are Facts & Fiction’s Fiction, Liars.

To a degree, so volatile are their stylistic deviations amid the murky undergrowth of sonic miscreance that there can no longer be any true surprises when it comes to Liars. Or rather that is until they’re unleashed into the live, where results can, and indeed often do tend to vary wildly: last time in London, they disappointed with a set which proved obscenely overreliant on matter from their restive latest WIXIW, but then they truly astonished at last month’s Primavera Sound where they recited a punitive slew of nigh on exclusively new material with neither fuss nor foofaraw, if utmost conviction.

Born of a potent compulsion to return to “writing music for the sake of it”, the immediate standout was then a number which saw a newly sheared Angus Andrew babble: “Facts are facts, and fiction’s fiction” ad infinitum over increasingly cacophonous, if unremittingly minimal bleep. Synthetic drum patterns which resonated around the Parc del Fòrum’s unapologetically concrete environs with stentorian tumult one moment and magnified maggot-like shrivel the next met with sterile synth ferocity and Andrew’s now trademark savagery. He shook his slight locks with the abandon of a cur freshly emerged from the neighbouring Mediterranean, ringleading the demented Antipodean trio through the gloriously rambunctious number below which, as we now know, is entitled Mess on a Mission. Facts may be facts, and fiction’s doubtless fiction but truthfully? We’re now rabidly awaiting a little more newly manufactured substance…

Liars return to Barcelona this week to play the 2013 edition of Sónar.

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