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Free Night in Leeds.

"In the smaller Church Suite at the Jabez Clegg it is perishingly cold. Things are behind schedule even before a note has been played - apparently one of the bands has been delayed getting here. Eventually an image flickers into life, some words in Russian light up the back wall of this darkest of spaces. Laymar are playing with the stage lights off, instead lit solely by the monochrome images of Sergei Eisenstein's Battleship Potemkin. This is the sound of Sigur Ros if they'd grown up in a dark Lancastrian mill town; iLiKETRAiNS with half-heard radar signals in place of words; beauty and decay. Ciaran Cullen, anti-frontman extraordinaire, flicks a bleached rockabilly forelock over his tightly clutched bass, swaying, entranced in his own post-rock chill as Colin Williams stands almost motionless at the side, disseminating synth and guitar waves. As expansive drone-chord soundscapes of the wordless trio seep from the speakers, shadows of the great warship and its rebel sailors flicker behind them and the icy cold in the room feels strangely appropriate."