As well all know, the band of the 21st century The Lucid Dream are the most famous thing about Carlisle since Jimmy Glass. To celebrate the release of their new album, The Deep End, and the arrival of the Euros, we thought “what better way to celebrate, than to represent the musical influences of The Lucid Dream as a five a side team?” Nothing seemed more obvious! So that’s what we did! Pull on your sheepskin coat, wish Jonathon Pearce never existed, and let’s do it!
Let’s go through the team one by one.
Keeper: Dave Allen of Gang Of Four. Mike Denton’s bass playing used to be like Jah Wobble’s: a sideways tilt into a psych void to untether yourself. Now it’s Dave Allen’s phalanx funk attack to make you lose your senses, lose your godamn shit. A formidable keeper with a huge throw, you won’t get pass this fucker easily.
Defence: Augustus Pablo. The melodica has been splattered over the Lucids music for some time and their adoption of the most god-like of all instruments heralded their emergence from the chrysalis of psych as the band of a generation. Now a mainstay of their sound the melodica is used as a signifier of the glory of dub and it PFDs their best songs. The silky smooth Jamaican defender is as good on the ball as he is off it.
Midfield: Oliver Ackermann from A Place To Bury Strangers. A thousand screeching things take flight below a blood red sky the day before the Vikings landed. The Lucids psych focused days have rescinded into the yester-times but noise will always be closest to their blue and white hearts. The wily experienced midfielder rules box to box and peppers in shots from all angles.
Midfield: Klaus Dinger from Neu! The combination of the sobriety of the autobahn and the space with which the mind has to wander while the body is occupied with 4/4 mesmerism is at the heart of The Lucid Dream. ‘Mona Lisa’ was when they got their drivers licences and took to the open road, leaving their psych counterparts in the dust. Little overt motorik remains but the pulse runs strong, motorik gave them the engine. The crushing German midfielder runs all day, controlling the flow.
Up front: Frankie Knuckles. Little did we know #psychtraitors Lucid Dream would become the doyens of dance. Huge, huge Chicago keys are plugged into the body like a William Gibson wet dream. Chemical sustenance for moving. Repeating and building. Structured elevation. Sweat and abandon. The LD take house music and put sand in the vaseline. This then, the final of five ingredients to take your mind from where the body dwells. The unstoppable and effervescent maestro, a beast.
And on the bench, Matt Le Tissier, fresh from knocking it past Tim Flowers from a million miles.
There you go, that’s the line up for the team to beat in psych.
The Deep End is out now. For fuck sake buy it. Football’s shite now anyway.
https://theluciddream.bandcamp.com/album/the-deep-end
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