The third - and final - day of Threshold 2012 brought much make you smile and there was every reason to be slightly sad as the action stopped until next year. But enough of the tears, what did I get up to on this exciting day? How about I tell you!
Ever the early bird I arrived mid afternoon, passing the yarn bombed lamp posts and street furniture that heralded the path to Camp and Furnace, and wended my way through the galleries. Even at this early point you could feel the magic in the air as bands passed me with various instruments, beverages and food to hand. The CALM stage was hosting a Funk Fight, in musical form although a genuine funk fight would have been a entertaining proposition, and there were many people being drawn to Mello Mello’s food stall as the funk battle continued. The Blade Factory Gallery was hosting Showrunners Tv and some excellent things were going on but after watching their performance for a short while I decided to leave the warm surrounds of Camp and Furnace and head down the road to a venue of some repute.
A mere six minutes down the road The Lantern Theatre was due to host a script reading, and I had been looking forward to sampling another aspect to the Threshold experience but it unfortunately wasn’t due to some confusion as I arrived to a quiet scene. But despite this I spent some time in the intimate and stunningly decorated venue that is truly a hidden gem of The Baltic Triangle. Heading back in the direction of Camp and Furnace I headed towards the always surprising Elevator Bar. On this occasion they were hosting a craft fair from Made Here and the bar setting was transformed completely from it’s usual expansive surrounds into a vintage craft paradise where your favourite drink and an art print or pithy quote emblazoned T-shirt could go hand in hand.
One choice item later I was back at Camp and Furnace for the Chai Wallah’s take over of the Liverpool Live Stage that began with John Fairhurst's distinctively rough edged guitar and in between genre jumping sets from DJ Moneyshot we were treated to the excellent Yes Sir Boss, who got the crowd moving in ways that not even Parliament could manage were they here! My personal highlight though was the voodoo that We The Undersigned worked on the crowd with even more people throwing funky moves than previously, including many in what seems to be the unofficial Threshold 2012 accessory of an unusual hat. (Hint: How about a stall next year?!) There really should be more people in these hats and the band were on that list too, with the sax player attracting many flash lenses over the course of the set.
Elsewhere in the day I caught The Roost’s occupation of the Blade Factory Main Stage with, among others, Antoinette Egan, the completely brilliant Gastric Band's (self described) 'Avant folk electro punk' which included some songs to treasure and one particular song about self-induced vomiting that really was amazing.
My other wanderings lead me briefly to The Brewery Tap where Philosophy in Pubs were bringing their distinctive brand of discussion to Threshold, a bit further down the road where some impressive street art caught my eye and right back to the galleries for a final look around.
And so the final day of Threshold finished and you can’t help but wonder what happened for three days as another reality where spotty walls abound and music lives around every corner faded away into the night. I certainly enjoyed this years Threshold and in whatever form it returns next year you know that it will just as eclectic and full of highlights as ever.
Words and wandering by Sebastian Gahan.
Threshold’s second day under the humble roof of Camp and Furnace brought yet more action on the first full day of music, theatre, pop up performances, animal hats and much more besides. With another two venues on the list today there was a greater distance to roam and more variety of entertainment.
Upon my arrival at the ever buzzing Camp and Furnace I noticed a multitude of craft stalls filling the lobby and main stage area and in a room as (literally) dotty as it is a craft fair was the perfect addition to a festival as diverse as Threshold. In fact the lobby felt distinctly like a very comfortable birds nest! But being caffeine minded my attention was headed towards the Bold Street Coffee Espresso bar and following my nose down the alphabet corridor passing (once again) men on stilts, various musicians and their gear being shifted (the gear, that is!) and a multitude of persons wearing animal hats I soon found myself in the Blade Factory next to the Liverpool Live Stage where coffee was being brewed as Chelcee Grimes prepared for her populous crowd of fans whom she thanked profusely at every moment. This was perhaps the most overt teen idol worship I have seen at Threshold and if we were all like that to our favorite musicians they would be very rich people indeed!
I caught a portion of her set before heading up to the galleries to admire the work on display at HeadSpace’s gallery and on the way I met a group seeking the Baywatch Factor and wondering just what that is I asked them: ‘We just wanted to cheer everyone up at Threshold because the weathers been miserable lately so we wanted to brighten up everyone’s mood…’ said Leanne McGregor of the group. Nice, huh!? With so many people at Threshold seeking to brighten up other lives with cuddles, beach ball, music or what have they it’s no wonder there are so many smiling faces here.
The first floor gallery from HeadSpace also made me smile with some choice work impressing. Highlights include Dr Victor Freakinstyle's 'Scarface', Karen Henley's 'Having Friends For Dinner' Anna Di Scala's 'Nude Drawing 3' and Steve Phillip’s ‘Fear of Love’ to name but a very few. All of these plus the previously mentioned installation from Robyn Woolston and a fake fire to warm yourself on make for some must see art!
Other highlights of the day include watching artists rehearse in the cuddle corner, leaving a subtle written message of love on the wall (Can you find it? A very special prize to anyone who can…) and counting how many animal hats I came across. And did anyone else notice the elephant in the corner?! But one particular highlight was a visit to the Nordic Church where an acoustic performance from Miles Carrington caught my ears as well as the popular vintage gaming in the Crypt with many gathering to enjoy a quiet moment with their console. But the chapel was home to some theatrical performances including one from local steam punk multimedia performance group Dismembered Empire that had enough tension and hidden meaning to make an enjoyable experience all round.
After heading back to the warmth of the appropriately named Camp and Furnace I saw various bands on my rounds but those that caught my eye the most were the ever energetic, completely unique Jazz Hands, whose primary aims were obviously to rock us awake with their drum heavy sound mixing with guitar and sax. If any band managed to be louder and brighter than Jazz Hands then they are truly super human. On the opposite end of the sonic scale was Imploding Inevitable Festival’s Goegehan Jackson, with her sumptuous guitar and vocal music keeping the audience firmly were they were to listen to her music. One final highlight was the magical combination of the cello and voice that make Tibi and her Cello a popular live prospect wherever she goes. With some new songs added to her set the battle between the opposite galleries thrash metal rhythms and the bands set was admirably won.
A lot in one day then but remember that there is still one more day to go…
Words and wandering by Sebastian Gahan, Editor At Large.
This is the Executive Sinister.
I would like to take this opportunity to inform those of you who weren’t at the Blue Angel this Evening that one Tobias Renshaw has been well and truly subdued. He is not in Directorate power as it was not seen fit to imprison such a sorry soul. We thought it far more poignant to leave him, gasping for his his last breath and as he lay he witnessed the notes of one intrepid reporter being taken into our power.
We will not tolerate ANYONE standing up against the Directorate, we are the power, we are the almighty. All those who think they can stand against us, bear in mind the fate of Tobias Renshaw and the late Hinton kelso. Tobias, the once Imperial enforcer, now lying on the cold slate floor of the Blue Angel in Liverpool. The Directorate rule these streets. There is no alternative.