On paper, patten has the credentials of the archetypal frontman, the rock’n’roll myth personified; photogenic, guitar wielding, he sings and exudes energy and stage presence. Yet launching his debut album at Shoreditch’s CAMP, he successfully subverts all of these. Bathed in a disorientating collage of geometric colours, pulsing green blood cells, slow-motion high-altitude shots of clouds, the man sublimes into the canvas. Deft guitar work and a fine singing voice are almost utterly obliterated by delay and reverb; a hazy mirage remains.  Continue reading →