They say:
Goat, too, have little need to prove themselves as a live force, but back in the Clash / Last FM tent they do so anyway. The quasi-mystical air that surrounded their early shows and first inspired the word-of-mouth cult fervour that made their early days so exciting has now faded with familiarity, but there’s still something so irresistible about their relentless, globetrotting psychedelic chug. Their twin masked priestesses, leaping, shrieking and dancing sometimes in sync, sometimes in a duel, wield a dark intensity that soon overcomes their audience, while the band behind them are on ferocious form.
Read the whole review here: The Quietus
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