Hugo Largo - Mettle

Melody Maker famously called 1988 “rock’s greatest year” – perhaps with some justification. Across the Atlantic there was a proliferation of post-hardcore experimentation in guitar noise (Sonic Youth, Dinosaur Jr, Pixies, Butthole Surfers etc) while at home, others (AR Kane, MBV) absorbed some of that inspiration to create something even more ravishingly beautiful and radical. If the apex of this first ‘blissed out’ generation was AR Kane’s aptly titled  Up Home! EP (which Simon Reynolds memorably described as “rock’s Antarctica…it’s final petrifying spell – the sound of a million icicles”) …then Hugo Largo’s Mettle was stretching the limits in the opposite direction. Their only full-length album was released on Eno’s Land label, but the crucial rule here was not to remain on terra firma. As if Brian would sanction that. If the likes of MBV were rocketing through the sonic stratosphere, then it was only natural that their visionary (distant) cousins should aim to go back down again, down as far as one could go, even into the womb – to the warm blue belly of a new aquatic Eden.

Their singer Mimi Goese probably believed in new age crystals. She sang about turtles and Native American  philosophy. She threw a few words of Japanese into the mix. All in the name of art you see. Pretentious? Perhaps. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to play with knives girl? But did it matter? Not a bit. The band broke all the rock rules. No guitar in sight. Hearing and seeing them for the first time in 1988 (supporting That Petrol Emotion bizarrely!) that seemed strange enough, but it took me a bit longer to realise that the drummer hadn’t simply been given the night off. Instead the soundtrack was provided by two bass guitars and a solitary violin. You might think there’d be something missing from the sound, but no, it surrounded and enveloped the listener like a velvet glove.

Hahn Rowe’s undulating violin tugs like the undertow around the rippling melodic lines of the brace of bass. The songs are strong, the melodies soporific yet full of surprises. Mettle may not be a post-rock blueprint (AR Kane’s 69 has a greater claim to that title) but it is a post-rawk blueprint. It is also the bluest album ever made, and by that I mean azure, the colour of the ocean, rather than morose. In fact it’s quite the opposite of blue in that sense. “Try taking off your noisy head; rest it on a pillow soaked in melting wax” Mimi sings with almost evangelical zeal on ‘Hot Day’. Quite. (JJ)


10 thoughts on “1. HUGO LARGO – METTLE (1989)

  1. From Mimi Goese via e-mail:

    Oh goodness. I didn’t realize (because I am often too shy to read reviews) that it is a NEW review. Hugo’s heart beats on!! I got that “pretentious” label so often I should have printed it out on a tshirt with the hugo symbol (there was no hugo symbol). I think we got that because I was an artist instead of a musician. AND there were hardly any chicks singing preety back then. Anyhoo, let me pass on your kindness to other hugonots and help find a good home for your good read.

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  2. Mimi Goese via Facebook:

    I knew tim would be thrilled. Glad you connected. Music is so everything. So full of mystery, nostalgia and wonder. I’m glad my voice has followed you in your life. Funny knife story. When I started a tour, I didn’t realize until I was on stage that my roommate has sharpened my knife! Yikes! And every show left a little line but never breaking the skin.


  3. Nice to see a review of this LP, Hugo Largo shone so bright for such a short time but luckily I have their stuff on CD so at least in my house Hugo Largo have never gone away.

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