Dreams can come true. Many years ago Factory Floor, never a band shy about revealing their influences, wrote a letter addressed to ‘Stephen Morris – Macclesfield’ with some demo CDs enclosed. Luckily, like when kids write to Santa c/o Lapland it reached the right letterbox and the stereo of the wry New Order drummer who recognised an energy and propulsive drive familiar to his own early synth experiments. Morris promptly offered to remix them, and FF would soon be sharing a stage with Steve, Gillian and Bernard.
Nik Void would have similar success hooking up with the enigmatic Chris & Cosey of Throbbing Gristle and sultry electro-pop fame resulting in a stellar series of collaborations.
There was a major buzz around FF back in 2010 and I saw a few live performances most memorably a near upstaging support slot with Wire (courtesy of The Quietus). They never failed to mesmerise live – but perhaps on record didn’t always ignite the imagination. In my opinion they leaned a little too much into the New York Post-Punk Party groove rather than the ultra sleek electro of their early singles. More DFA than DAF you might say.
Cue auspicious solo careers for both Nik (working with Klara Lewis and the late Peter Rehberg) and Gabe Guernsey (solo works and remixes for Depeche Mode etc) but 7 years on the draw of dusting down the modular synths and the drum set was too much and here they are now…a mere 45 mins later than advertised (we’re on ‘White Hotel time’ tonight).
They may have been in absentia but there is a room full of minimal groovers delighted to welcome them back. They are sans original third ‘Floor’ Dom Butler but with percussionist and knob twiddler Joe Ward adding some extra beats and pieces there’s plenty of action on stage. From the first synth throb, heads are nodding and feet are moving as much as they can in the cramped space and it strikes me that there’s no better place for this comeback than on yer actual industrial floor in a suitably grimy setting. This music needs volume and is perfect for the ‘orrible Hotel’s secret weapon – their monumental sound system.
On a superficial level, FF’s music is inordinately simple. Two note basslines, treated vocals, acid squelches, metronomic drumming and the odd cowbell. It’s quite telling though how many bits of synthesis and wiring are required to get that seemingly basic sound – with FF it’s all in the tiny details – tweaks, bursts of static and ghost sounds – and when Gabe becomes the human beatbox and it all clicks in nobody can touch ’em. Highlight of the set is new single ‘Between You’ – as close as FF have to a shiny pop song with a nod toward Underworld at their most sprightly.
FF are on just shy of an hour which flashes by in the beat of a strobe light. Notably the crowd are a mix of hip young dancers and a few veterans of New Order & The Fall gigs – hip Salford clubland meets The Vikings – and tellingly there’s a little singalong at the end as the DJ cues up Echo & The Bunnymen which reminds me of the crossover appeal of Factory Floor. For all their experimental edge and obfuscated vocals they’re a great electro pop band at heart. They recall the great lost Factory band Section 25, and perhaps Gerald Simpson’s early acid experiments.
None more Manchester in fact.