The true masters of Psychedelic Rock Krautrock Noise Folk Improv… Acid Mothers Temple return to Ramsgate once again to melt our faces on October 14th.
This will be their 4th visit to Ramsgate Music Hall since we opened these doors in 2013. If it wasn’t already obvious, we just can’t get enough of these Japanese rock Gods!
“Each pulsating, echo-drenched disco-rock groove excels the one before, ending in a collective instrumental howl: AMT are hot, sweaty cool sonic wizards” – The Guardian (5 stars)
The sprawling universe of that is Acid Mothers Temple was formed in 1995 by Kawabata Makoto. Originally titled the Acid Mothers Temple soul-collective and encompassing musicians, dancers, artists, farmers, channellers, ex-yakuza, mermaid researchers and professional vagrants, the collective has always had at its core a dedication to improvised music. Now with a history of over two decades, and a discography of over one hundred releases, which is not to mention the numerous solo and side-project releases which encompass everything from drone, acid-folk, acapella, to minimalist composition, the group show no signs of relenting in the pace of their creative energy.
In December 2017 Acid Mothers Temple & The Melting Paraiso UFO welcomed new vocalist Jyonson Tsu, and performed an initial show together in Tokyo at the Annual Acid Mothers Temple Festival. Sadly this era also marked the departure from the band of long-standing member Mitsuru Tabata. This new incarnation of the AMT collective, featuring founders Kawabata and Higashi, at the helm, plus the recently recruited rhythm section of Sakamoto and Uchida who joined the group in 2015. The band tour Europe in this new incarnation for the first time in Autumn 2018.
“Not an experience to miss if experimental psychedelia with a sprinkling of progressive rock is your jam. Mind bending” – The Skinny
“There’s something special happening. Though the snarling music projects a certain ugliness and undeniable aggression, the band’s ultimate m.o. is transformative ecstasy achieved through profound disorientation” – Pitchfork