David Turpin splits the ranks, I think. You either like it or you don’t. I had no idea which camp I was in until I actually showed up at 4 Dame Lane on Friday. Some were convinced I wouldn’t like it at all. Others were simply convinced that THEY didn’t like it. Still others gave his music the fantastic description of being “suggestively electronic”. And the resident Analogue pop-savant (who I still haven’t met, though Indie Bar tells me he’s AMAZING) wrung a great interview out of him. All of this made me more and more curious.
I admit I only saw the second half of the set because I was picking up gear, but I walked straight to the ‘yea’ side of the house. Being whispery and suggestive is not something that would ever put me off music after four years of Xiu Xiu, so I have to say I was enthralled. My head started to fill with names of other bands, which tends to happen when I get excited about something: Patrick Wolf, Jim O’Rourke, Antony & The Johnsons… but most of all…
I was that stereotypical teenage Morrissey obsessive, if you didn’t already know. Turpin drips Morrisseyism. Not in his style of singing or his music, particularly. But just his manner. Complete self-assurance, and an eyebrow raised at all times, whether in reality or just in his head. So long live David Turpin.