Last minute show in Liverpooooool! at DROP The Dumbulls Gallery 31/3/18
THIS SATURDAY! DONATION ENTRY rare Dumbulls curated show >>> we used to put on gigs once........... then it all got abit mental these last few years of creating this space... now that it works pretty well as a venue its nice sometimes to invite our pals and provide a stage when they are miles from home with a van full of musicians and equipments :) some of our pals happen to be in incredible bands too which is lucky for us! lucky for liverpool! aint we just soooo fuckiiiiiiiing lucky! :D ( now that the brick blisters are starting to heal its time to play guitar and make gigs again :) so!
DUMBULLS DJ's / Donde est la Discotech / Projectile Vomit pllus our new house band President Business will set the scene for our visitors.....
... during their tour of the world and beyond.. the quite exceptional musical adventures of french power trio's futuro.scope ( remember pnue? plus Guili Guili Goulag visit DROP The Dumbulls Gallery THIS SATURDAY! :O
pay what you can, bring your pets, teach them dancing.
THIS POSTER WAS CREATED BY HARNESSING THE POWERS OF sean wars.
We could say that F.U.T.U.R.OS.CO.P.E is a drum, bass and trumpet trio, playing extemely minimal and long tracks, in the mood of "Faust and Tony Conrad", married with Terry Riley listening to analog techno; but we'd rather say that this link should give you an idea of the music we play:
GUILI GUILI GOULAG is also a trio, also with a drum, a bass, but the third one is playing harp plus some amplified mini percussions. Here is what they say:
"Guili Guili Goulag is some strings that hit, hypnotic rhythm and a voice coming out from the floor. It tickles you as much as it makes you hysterical. It is like listening though rusty pipes to the psychedelic incantations of the members of an ancient tribe, trapped between different times and seekin to communicate with each other. A Voodoo Mass, a strange cult where a fetish with an unlikely language will be incarnated by the sick complicity of a drum, bass guitar and a celtic harp. Thus, our legs and arms begin to dance around them. The ego crumbles, leaving a credulous animal horde which is henchman of futur sordid rituals under our eyes conquered and trembling with frenzy !"