To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
Damo Suzuki
Lexington, London
A SINGLE, drawn-out note, reverberating around the room, heralds the start of something and, as the sound builds, the small stage at London’s Lexington starts to fill.
The note from the keyboard player is joined by the beat of a drum, then a bass adds to the groove, before two more musicians on keys and a lead guitarist complete the mix, but it’s only when a sylph-like Damo Suzuki walks on stage that the room really rises.
Standing there as the maelstrom of music envelops him and his swirling grey hair, he launches into the first and perhaps what may be the only track, calling, cawing and getting an avid audience rapt and ready to rock out.
PETER MASON thrills to the sound of south London-born Yussef Dayes, and the galaxy of musicians drawn into his orbit
CHRIS SEARLE recommends a new album featuring Pat Thomas and Ahmed, and marvels at the tempestuous power of a live performance
New releases by Porridge Radio, The Cribs, and Bjorn Meyer
This is a concert of ambition and courage by organist and improviser Wayne Marshall, says SIMON DUFF


