Public Service Broadcasting (PSB) began transmitting in 2010 as a collaboration between J.Willgoose, Esq (Samples, guitar) and Wrigglesworth (Drums). What they concocted was a seamless blend of funk and electronica interspersed with voice samples from public information films and other historic broadcasts. They formally introduced themselves in 2013 with the arrival of debut album ‘Inform-Educate-Entertain’. The questions was, could they sustain this unique approach to music and writing?Or would it prove to be of passing interest to the fickle? The release of their second long-player 2015’s ‘The Race for Space’ proved the London duo were nimble enough to consolidate and build upon what they had already achieved. After a busy festival season, tonight they find themselves returning to Cardiff at the start of their first major headline tour.
A stroke of genius is the short animation played on screen just before the gig starts. It’s basically about the horrors that befall a fictitious cartoon character who is shunned by one and all as a result of his anti-social behaviour filming an entire show on his smartphone. His eventual demise is greeted with mass applause.
As PSB take to the stage (unless my mathematics has failed me) the duo have doubled. No doubt to meet the challenges of reproducing the complexities of their recordings in a live environment. Needless to say, they all look the part in a geeky chickinda way. A rip-roaring ‘Signal 30’ is dispatched early in the set thus taking the audience into the palms of their hands. As anyone who has seen PSB live will already know, the band quite entertainingly use voice samples as banter between songs. We get everything from a « hello Cardiff » to lots of « simmer down » which is delivered in jest. As is to be expected, and as the set moves along we hear offerings from their latest album. All are warmly received from the brooding ‘Sputnik’ to the charging ‘Go’ prompting a « sing-along ». The pace quickens further with a rampant ‘Spitfire’, it’s at moments like this they seem untouchable. I don’t know if it’s intentional, but it’s multi-instrumentalist JJ Adams who steals the show with his gregarious performance looking like he is loving (and savouring) every moment.
As is customary with most live acts, after a brief interlude we welcome PSB back to the stage for an encore. As commonplace as encores are, this one feels a very appropriate gesture by the band for all the support the fans have given tonight. PSB ranks swell once more as they are joined by a 3-man brass section to fire up ‘Gagarin’ where I suddenly find myself in the midst of what can best be described as a funkadellic party. It’s a simply joyous moment, and adding to the exuberance on-stage is a dancing astronaut with some very fierce moves! It’s clear that I, the audience and PSB are all on the same frequency. What is also apparent is that Public Service Broadcasting exist in a universe of infinite possibilities, and I look forward to exploring each and every one of them.
Acclaimed oddballs Public Service Broadcasting rolled through Cardiff earlier this week and we were there to review them…
Who? The most out-there prog indie-rock samplers Public Service Broadcasting, touring their new album The Race For Space…
Where? In Cardiff University’s Y Plas.
Was it full? And how were the crowd? The room itself gets very busy beforehand with everybody trying to get the best view of the stage. PSB aren’t the sort of band for sing-alongs or dancing, however the closest this comes is during Go…
So what was the set like? What did they play? The set is frequently surprising and always entertaining right from the off. We are treated to a short infomercial regarding the correct concert etiquette in terms of photo taking and talking loudly. This tongue in cheeky tone is common throughout the duration.
Opening with Sputnik from The Race For Space, it’s a slow build but perfectly establishes each member of the band and highlights the progression of their music. In comparison Signal 30 follows which were it not for the samples is the closest thing to straight up rock they go and comes to life even more in its live setting.
Throughout the set we see a multitude of instruments on show from the standard keyboards, bass and guitar to brass sections, flugelhorns and even a banjo on Theme from PSB. The accompanying light show during these songs including Night Mail is very impressive telling a story whilst playing at the same time.
Debuting new song Korolev for the first time tonight feels like a genuine treat along with the best song about “Dutch Ice Skating” you will likely hear! As the audience hear the opening notes of Spitfire from their debut album it gets the biggest cheer of the night so far.
The next comes half way through The Other Side which really tells a story through the sampling and use of stage lighting. As the ship in the story travels around to the dark side of the moon, the stage goes into darkness until some dangling stars from the ceiling light up. As the band come back in again the crowd cheer along with the footage.
Go is the closest the crowd gets to singing along whilst an encore return for Gagarin is the closest everyone gets to a dance. Accompanied by jazzy suits, a grooving brass section as well as a dancing astronaut at the back, it’s great to see the band not taking themselves too seriously and having as much fun as the audience are.
Did they put on much of a show? The light show is very impressive accompanied by some screens at the back showing the footage which accommodates the music. Each of the band members are characters in themselves bringing a sense of humour to proceedings by throwing themselves into it.
Any good between song banter? The band themselves go under their own pseudonyms so there is no actual verbal communication with the crowd. Yet frontman J. Willgoose Esq communicates to the crowd through his computer which really maintains their sense of humour and fun that they have with everybody.
What was the highlight of the set? New single Korolev stands out from the rest particularly when a brass section get involved and takes it up another gear.
Where can I catch them next? The tour seens them visiting London with next year arriving at Leeds, Edinburgh and Liverpool. They are also playing a massive show with the Manic Street Preachers in Swansea’s Liberty Stadium over the summer.
Public Service Broadcasting performed their unique :duties with foot-tapping wizardry
Electronic wizards Public Service Broadcasting had Cardiff Union’s Y Plas bouncing!
★★★★☆
By Tony Woolway
To the uninitiated, Public Service Broadcasting can appear a bit of an enigma.
They are certainly not your regular band, in that they don’t have a singer per se, preferring to use an odd combination of old newsreel footage, public information films, as their name would suggest, plus a whole load of geeky weirdness all thrown together to enhance a quite diverse electronic mishmash of technology .
Comprising the intriguingly named J. Willgoose, Esq, guitar and keyboards and Wrigglesworth, drums, this London-based duo have created a fairly unique sound and look that is both innovating and inspirational with their merging of the old and the very new.
It was a treat to see a banjo and a flugelhorn alongside an array of keyboard wizardry and it was this contrast and eclectic mix that both dazzled and amazed.
Aaided and abetted by the occasional brass section and the talented J F Abraham on bass, keyboards, percussion and the previously mentioned flugelhorn plus Mr B in charge of the equally impressive visuals of a mostly bygone age, giving the evening a creaky fifties feel.
With the only interaction verbally between the band and audience being a sampled Stephen Hawking-like computer generated voice triggered by a pad, the band certainly played up to their image but with their tongues firmly in their cheeks.
Their swotty appearance proving deceptive one as they as they set about creating a tasty brew of foot-tapping funk, pop electronica.
From their chilled intro into a pulsating Sputnik it was pretty rousing stuff played in a good-humour that delighted the packed crowd, with Go! From their latest offering The Race For Space keeping the momentum going and the crowd bouncing.
Though it was Everest, near the end, with stark black and white images of Hillary and Tenzing complementing the sweeping music perfectly that provided the evening’s highlight and in true pioneering fashion, a flag firmly placed on a musical peak.
Public Service Broadcasting – Cardiff University Student Union
By Steven Prince
IT was fitting that Public Service Broadcasting chose to make their Welsh return to Cardiff University’s student union on Thursday.
Music which aims to teach lessons of the past through modern dexterity was warmly received by the crowd – raucous in their reverence – of the conceptual band.
The London duo launched their UK tour, which has been truncated due to personal reasons, in style – bringing their signature audio-visual transmissions to the Welsh capital.
Consisting of multi-instrumentalist J. Willgoose Esq., and drummer-cum-percussionist Wrigglesworth, a musical cavalcade of differing genres ensued – as well as themes.
The most recent album, The Race for Space, understandably covers humankind’s assent to the stars but the pair are not afraid to push the boundaries of time as well as space.
Historical moments featured prominently throughout the performances, from the delivery of mail on steam trains to the stiff upper lip shown by Britain during the Blitz to Dutch long-distance speed skating.
What is most enjoyable about the cacophony of lights and sounds is the variety in the performance – a fusion of synths, banjos and archive footage with the staple drums and guitar of modern music.
The pair, akin to two history teachers found marooned in the music department of any secondary school, are a force to be reckoned with due to the avenues open to their music
LIVE : Manic Street Preachers – Wembley SEE Arena, Londres, 03/12/2021
Erica Viola
La dernière date live de 2021 des Manic Street Preachers voit Public Service Broadcasting de Londres ouvrir la soirée. Vêtus de blanc et occultés par des lumières scéniques éblouissantes, les art rockeurs délivrent des morceaux déchirants et élégants (soulignés par le chant de l’invitée EERA). Comprenant de nouvelles chansons extraites de leur dernier album Bright Magic ainsi que de The Race For Space, inspiré des missions Apollo, le set de PSB est une combinaison succulente de vision et de sons, une belle amorce pour le fan nouveau et aspirant, leur spectacle visuel caractéristique d’images d’archives remixées et de films d’époque donne au set du contexte et de la profondeur.
Le public élastique se resserre en anticipation tandis que les Manic Street Preachers se glissent sur scène et se lancent avec fracas dans Motorcycle Emptiness. Leur dernier album, The Ultra Vivid Lament, est entré à la première place des charts albums britanniques à sa sortie en septembre ; ils célèbrent les 35 ans du groupe et ont le répertoire qui va avec. Débordant d’énergie de confinement refoulée qui tourne, le trio apprécie sa tournée intermittente ça et là. Le concert de Wembley est le dernier hurlement de 2021, et quand les Manics hurlent, leurs fans leur répondent en hurlant. Les concerts de MSP sont interactifs ; ce soir, James Dean Bradfield et Nicky Wire sont impliqués et captivants, invitant toute l’arena à prendre les refrains (le batteur Sean Moore est, comme d’habitude, réticent derrière la grande clameur de sa batterie). You Stole The Sun From My Heart devient un effort de communauté ; Love’s Sweet Exile est un exercice d’intimité. Le concept de solitude est très fréquent dans le corps d’œuvre des Manics (ce soir voit des prestations de Your Love Alone Is Not Enough, Enola/Alone et Happy Bored Alone), mais les fans des Manics ont toujours eu un parfum de société secrète.
Bradfield et Wire sont positivement joyeux, contrastant avec des images du groupe période Generation Terrorists sur les écrans derrière eux, dans lesquelles ils portent des lunettes de soleil en intérieur et des expressions sciemment méprisantes. À leur moment de leur carrière, le groupe peut se permettre de regarder calmement eux plus jeunes, célébrer les vieux glamours avec la superbe interprétation solo de JDB en acoustique de l’angoissée La Tristesse Durera de 1993 et remercier le public pour “m’avoir [à Nicky Wire] donné la chance de me sortir de mon putain de survêt”. Ils étaient jeunes, et aujourd’hui ils sont d’un âge mûr, et ils sont à l’aise à la fois avec leur passé et leur présent.
La setlist rebondit entre les singles des années 1990 et les morceaux de The Ultra Vivid Lament. Les nouvelles chansons reçoivent l’attention et l’énergie qui leur sont dues, mais il est clair que le groupe ressent de la nostalgie : entre deux morceaux plus vieux, Bradfield beugle, avec un sourire dans la voix, “Et merde, restons dans les années 1990 !”. Nicky Wire est élastique, plein d’entrain, ponctuant sa performance avec ses sauts en ciseaux caractéristiques ; il est le bon côté de la folie. Un rare cadeau sous la forme d’une reprise balaye la salle ; rendant hommage au regretté producteur Steve Brown, les Manics reprennent She Sells Sanctuary de The Cult. Elle est magnifique, fidèle à l’originale, et elle est destinée à se retrouver partout sur YouTube. C’est également la transition parfaite pour la chanson de 1991 teintée de punk, Motown Junk. Bradfield crache ces paroles avec le même entrain qu’il a mis depuis les tout premiers concerts, et un millier de personnes d’âge mûr dans le public chantent en chœur : “Twenty one years of living and nothing means anything to me”, se rappelant une jeunesse durant laquelle ils voulaient le dire.
You Love Us! grogne Bradfield, se lançant violemment dans l’une des chansons les plus iconiques des Manics. C’est une autre chanson à crier, avec le public en orchestre qui saute en masse et celui en gradins qui chante jusqu’au plafond. La soirée se termine, comme tous les concerts de MSP, avec A Design For Life ; célèbrement, les Manic Street Preachers méprisent les rappels. Cette société secrète euphorique de fans des Manics sortent de la salle en file indienne, emportant avec elle les échos de la voix brutale de Bradfield, le fracas des percussions de Moore, et les lignes de basse liquides de Wire. À l’année prochaine, les garçons.
Public Service Broadcasting + Story Books à la Library de l’Institute de Birmingham, Royaume-Uni – 12 novembre 2013
Ken Harrison
Le concert de ce soir est animé par Public Service Broadcasting, duo basé à Londres constitué de J. Willgoose, Esq. à la guitare, au banjo, autres instruments à cordes, sample et instruments électroniques, et Wrigglesworth à la batterie (mais il joue également d’autres instruments) et accompagnés sur scène par Mr B pour les visuels, les projections et quelques images live ponctuelles de Willgoose et Wrigglesworth.
Public Service Broadcasting + Story Books at the Library, Institute, Birmingham, UK – 12th November 2013
Ken Harrison
Tonight’s gig is brought to you by Public Service Broadcasting; a London based duo consisting of J. Willgoose, Esq. on guitar, banjo, other stringed instruments, samplings and electronic instruments; and Wrigglesworth on drums (but also plays piano other instruments), and accompanied on stage by “Mr B.” for the visuals, projections and some ad-hoc live video footage of Willgoose and Wrigglesworth.
PSB’s music is sampled from a wide variety of sources, extracts from Public Information Film reels, Propaganda material, particularly around technology and various archive materials, including the British Film Institute and other which is then sampled and woven around Guitars, Banjo’s, Synths and Drums. If you can recall Thomas Dolby’s “ Windpower” where John Marsh’s clipped BBC RP (Received Pronunciation) voice reads the “Shipping Forecast, this is a good starting point.
But first, the support band. Story Books is a 5 piece indie/alternative band hailing from Sittingbourne in Kent and comprising of Kristofer Harris (vocals / guitar), Robert Wilks (drums), Joseph Whitnell (bass), Andrew Parry (keyboards) and Jack Tarrant (guitar) and formed in 2010, quickly gaining interest from Radio 1, 6 Music and XFM with their second release “Peregrine” (The first being “All Those Arrows”). The band is supporting Public Service Broadcasting for 5 shows on this UK Autumn tour and this is show 4 of 5 and incidentally, their first Birmingham gig.
The band play a short set of melodic, thoughtful songs; the majority from their EP “Too Much a Hunter”, out on Communion Records. Harris’ vocals are similar in tone and delivery to an early Ian McCulloch. The highlights of the set (for me) are “Peregrine” and “All Those Arrows”. Harris’ guitar playing style is somewhat aggressive at times, almost stabbing at the guitar, to the extent that he breaks a string. They are well received by the audience and certainly a band to keep an eye on for the future.
On stage there are two projection screens and a radio mast similar in style to that in Kraftwerk’s “Radioactivity”. At each side of the stage at the front there is a stack of old TV’s…the really early bulky Cathode Ray Tube models (if you want to know about Cathode Ray Tubes, go and look it up) which also act as display screens for the show. PSB come on stage at around 9.10, to a full Library, made up of a fairly mature audience (if any had arrived with pipes and slippers, they’d be in the right place). Apart from a brief wave and smile to the audience, none of the band speaks to the audience. All communication is via Willgoose and the press of a pre-programmed button, “Hello”, and “Thank You …Very Much”.
The set opens with “London Can Take It” from their “War Room EP” with World War II projections on the screens. Next, “Theme From Public Service Broadcasting” an up tempo number from their debut album with some very catchy banjo playing and then “Inform – Educate – Entertain” which is an extremely, infectious track, packed with samples of the bright post war optimism “a bright new era dawning” I’d half expected Harold Wilson’s “White Heat of Technology” speech from 1963 to be included in there somewhere. “The Now Generation” follows, a track about retro fashion, all dressed in crimplene and nylon with very “Kraftwerk” style keyboards. Signal 30 an upbeat track dealing with car accidents and road rage, with great crashing guitars coming to an abrupt end with a scream and a car crash.
The electronic voice speaks to the audience “Thank you, it’s great to be here at the library….. shhhh sorry. We always wanted to play at the Library”. Next up is “New Dimensions in Sound”, followed by the machine vox “Thank you we have two new songs to play for you tonight. Ice skating songs in Dutch”. Some wag in the audience calls out for “Nik Kershaw” but the comment is ignored and the band starts up “Elfstedentocht Part 1”. Night Mail is a modern “retro” “Trans Europe Express” and samples the 1936 General Post Office (Now Royal Mail) film “Night Mail” where John Grierson narrates WH Auden’s poem written for the GPO. “Thank you very much. What a lovely crowd you are, Birmingham.”
“Elfstedentocht Part 2” follows, a much slower number than “Part 1” then another track from the “War Room”, “If War Should Come” a slow introduction, building up the bass, finishing with Chamberlain “This country is at war”. “Spitfire” opens with the sound of a plane screaming by and grinding guitars which samples the 1942 war movie “First of the Few” about the development of the Spitfire. During the track Mr. B. feeds live footage of the band onto the projection screens. The track finishes to strobe lighting as the guitars and drums pound to a conclusion. The set is closed by “Lit Up”, a slow, sombre number, with projections of warships at night, concluding with a peal of bells.
For the encore, the band return to the stage, almost knocking over the Radio mast at the back of the small stage on the way in. The machine voice apologises for the mishap “Hello, Sorry” and introduces the band. “On visuals, Mr B., on Drums the one and only Wigglesworth….someone waves at the band, “Give ‘em a wave Wigglesworth. And everything else… me!”
“ROYGBIV” sees the banjo return over samples of colour TV propaganda whilst a rainbow of colours, flowers and the PSB “Inform – Educate-Entertain” logo slowly rotates on screen. The audience gets a “Thank you Birmingham, this is our last song. The final track “Everest” narrates the discovery and ascent of the mountain with guitars and keyboards soundtracking the visuals of the ascent.
With a “Thank you very, very, very…. (And a few more very’s).. much” the band leave the stage to the theme for “Last of the Summer Wine” and cheers and applause from the audience. Even though they do not have the usual discourse with the audience, the synthesised chat is done with great humour and not a “po-face” to be seen. One final message to the audience “We’ve had a wonderful time, goodnight”, and from the crowd’s reaction, so have they.
PSB have taken the use of sampling to its extreme, and eliminated vocals entirely from their performance. There are references to Kraftwerk in there and a few other bands (including a little New Order type guitar on occasion) However the results need to be seen and heard. The album” Inform – Educate – Entertain” is a very clever and enjoyable album, which hooks you in from the first track. I’m keen to see how the follow-up would sound. If they follow the blueprint of the first album, they have a hundred years of archive material to mine to their hearts content.
Venue | Royal Albert Hall, London Date | 01/11/2018
If Public Service Broadcasting have sometimes suggested an air of fusty academia, all history lessons and libraries, tonight’s the night they shake that off. Reaching a career pinnacle by selling out the Royal Albert Hall, they fill it with colour, physicality and even a dash of showbiz. By the time the brass section in gold sequinned jackets are gyrating downstage with two extras in astronaut suits, exhorting the audience to dance, there’s no denying it: PSB are fun. Intelligent, innovative and atmospheric, but also emotive and exciting. They’re the little band that got big fast, but they’re using the G-force to their advantage.
With tracks that marry krautrock-electronica instrumentals to astutely judged samples capturing the heroism and drame of mountain-climbing, space travel and the fall of the South Wales mining industry, they’re not, on paper, a party band. Yet people have caught on to the adrenaline rush inherent in their sonic stories. ‘A climber climbs with his guts, his brain, his soul and his feet’, declares Everest. The band have realised the brain can’t make the summit alone, so they’ve kept rising. Tonight’s show simmers, then soars.
Diffident fulcrum J Wilgoose Esq plays guitars like Michael Rother and keyboards like OMD, while the rhythm section of drummer Wrigglesworth and bassist (and multi-instrumentalist) JF Abraham bring flesh and blood to the high concepts. Abraham is key to the visual element, his highly mobile enthusiasm a bridge to the crowd. Sure, the films (with relevant topics, from space modules to miners’ wives) and lighting are impressive, but to see musicians playing and hitting stuff gives the mood a heat you wouldn’t get with anonymous tweakers standing behind laptops. There’s a string section and intermittent cameos, ensuring the Chemical Brothers-style electronic backdrops support rather than swallow the humanity. Given that PSB’s chosen themes regard the best aspects of humanity – courage, nobility, resilience – that’s shrewd.
White Star Liner, from the invigorating new EP concerning the Titanic, gets a London debut. Otherwise, the set swoops between favourites, from Every Valley to Sputnik to Spitfire. Tracyanne Campbell sings Progress, Haiku Salut perform They Gave Me A Lamp and Lisa Jên joins a bashful Wilgoose for the incongruous ballad duet You + Me.
Everyone’s up and air-punching for the climax of The Other Side and Go. Clearly a rush for the incredulous South London band, it’s been an inspiring, motivating night, co-opting the daring of the space race protagonists and the steadfast pathos of the neglected Welsh communities. Then, as the ensemble departs, the Beaufort Male Choir bestride the stage to sing Take Me Home, and we learn how many coals it takes to fill the Albert Hall. Not a dry eye in the house. We’ve been taken to the other side.
Lieu | Royal Albert Hall, Londres Date | 01/11/2018
Si Public Service Broadcasting ont parfois suggéré un air de monde universitaire qui sent le renfermé, tout en cours d’histoire et bibliothèques, ce soir, c’est le soir où ils se défont de tout cela. Atteignant un apogée de carrière en vendant le Royal Albert Hall à guichets fermés, ils le remplissent de couleur, de réalité physique et même d’une pointe de showbiz. Au moment où la section de cuivres aux vestes en sequins dorés tournoie sur scène avec deux figurants vêtus de costumes d’astronautes, encourageant le public à danser, on ne peut nier que PSB sont marrants. Intelligents, innovateurs et atmosphériques, certes, mais également sensibles et formidables. C’est le petit groupe qui est devenu rapidement grand, mais ils utilisent le G à leur avantage.
Avec des morceaux qui marient des instrumentales krautrock-electronica à des samples astucieusement jaugés capturant l’héroïsme et le drame de l’escalade, du voyage dans l’espace et du déclin de l’industrie minière du Sud du Pays de Galles, ils ne sont pas, sur le papier, un groupe de fêtards. Pourtant les gens ont saisi la poussée d’adrénaline inhérente à leurs histoires sonores. “Un grimpeur grimpe avec son ventre, son cerveau, son âme et ses pieds”, déclare Everest. Le groupe s’est rendu compte que le cerveau ne peut atteindre le sommet seul, alors ils ont continué à monter. Le concert de ce soir bouillonne, puis s’envole.
Le point d’appui réservé J. Willgoose, Esq. joue de la guitare comme Michael Rother et du clavier comme OMD, tandis que la section rythmique du batteur Wrigglesworth et du bassiste (et multi-instrumentaliste) JF Abraham apporte de la chair et du sang aux grands concepts. Abraham est la clé de l’élément visuel, son enthousiasme grandement mobile un pont vers le public. Il est certain que les fims (avec des sujets pertinents, de modules spatiaux aux femmes de mineurs) et les lumières sont impressionnants, mais voir des musiciens jouer et frapper des choses donne à l’humeur une chaleur qu’on n’aurait pas avec des anonymes qui tripotent des ordinateurs. Il y a une section à cordes et des caméos intermittents, assurant une toile de fond électronique à la Chemical Brothers sans absorber l’humanité. Étant donné que les thèmes choisis par PSB concernant les meilleurs aspects de l’humanité – le courage, la noblesse, la ténacité – c’est malin.
White Star Liner, extrait du nouvel EP revigorant à propos du Titanic, est joué pour la première fois à Londres. Sinon, le set zappe entre les favoris, de Every Valley à Spitfire en passant par Sputnik. Tracyanne Campbell chante sur Progress, Haiku Salut apparaissent sur They Gave Me A Lamp et Lisa Jên Brown rejoint un timide Willgoose pour le duo ballade incongru You + Me.
Tout le monde lève le bras et bat de l’air pour le grand moment de The Other Side et Go!. Clairement une montée pour l’incrédule groupe du Sud de Londres, cela a été une soirée inspirante et motivante, récupérant l’audace des protagonistes de la course à l’espace et le pathos inébranlable des communautés galloise négligées. Puis, alors que l’ensemble s’en va, le Beaufort Male Choir enfourche la scène pour chanter Take Me Home, et nous apprenons combien de charbon il faut pour remplir l’Albert Hall. Tout le monde a les larmes aux yeux. Ils nous ont emmenés de l’autre côté.
Earlier in the evening on the main stage, Public Service Broadcasting deliver the goods, dedicating Theme From PSB to Bernard Lovell and his famous landmark. Their set is equally weighted between songs from latest album Every Valley and the more site-friendly The Race For Space. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the biggest crowd-pleasers come from the latter: the jubilant Go! and the brass-heavy pump of Gagarin.
