FACTORY FLOOR

It can be such a treat: breaking out of the mould and then unleashing the Wikipedia within you with great fanfare, as we’re about to do here with plenty of theatrics: FACTORY FLOOR, folks, is a London-based duo that has been pushing the boundaries of electronic pop music since 2005 and causes such havoc at live shows that no builder will answer the phone when a venue owner calls to have the damage repaired afterwards.  Phew, as I said, that felt good, playing a bit of Wikipedia.  Factory Floor have been making records to everyone’s satisfaction since 2013, doing so for the DFA label, home to the likes of James Murphy. You could search until the blisters on your feet look so bad that even the recycling centre won’t take them, but you won’t find a record label hipper than DFA. Now, all well and good, but Factory Floor really must be experienced live. We hear tales of Factory Floor gigs that nearly ended in an orgy, or at least where half the audience stripped off their clothes. Whether it’s true or not, the band’s management has already sent us an email advising us to hire a specialist cleaning crew to scrub away the pungent smell of extreme dance frenzy afterwards. The combination of synthesizers, raunchy vocals and pulsating drums certainly does things to your nervous system and your loins that you last experienced long ago when you snatched a film from the video shop that was being rented out in the little room behind the counter. Or to put it another way: imagine an aphrodisiac made from equal parts New Order, LCD Soundsystem and Chris & Cosey. It’s not our usual style, but for once we have to be strict: anyone with a ticket for Sunday 2 August who doesn’t head down to Club Studio Brussel to experience Factory Floor will have to provide a doctor’s note. It’s for your own good: after all, this is a concert you definitely don’t want to miss.