max tundra: the garage: glasgow
max tundra forever holds a place in my dark little heart after his appearance at supersonic two years ago when he irritated a buncha hardcore dudes by daring to play big fucking pop music at an experimental music fest. i said this at the time: frenetic light through murk and the alphabetised joy of a bedroom timberlake. the subtle nuances of tiny man offending blokes in black tee’s. a glorious testament to the cleansing redeemer of fun. breaking in the sun with bowls fullof pop prog techno glitch sugar.
i’ve ran out of words this week so here’s some pictures to help sum up the sheer fucking joy of a max tundra set…
