Ligament Ligament were born in the backrooms of bars in the London borough of Camberwell at a time when having a backside in your strides was a flogging offence, and snakebite, the godfather of alchopops, flowed freely. They released a clutch of singles on the Flower Shop label culminating in their debut album "Kind Deeds" way back in '96. For a while all was quiet, until the Kitty Kitty Corp., sick to the stomach with post rock and it's finely crafted, well considered, sensitive, expansive instrumentals convinced them that rock needed salvation and ordered them to start blowing up the lifeboats. The group relocated to Quickspace Studios in the Staffordshire hills and, with Tom Cullinan on production duties, rock's resurrection was complete. The resulting album "Half Way Between San Juan And Mendoza" was released in the spring or 1999 to some high praise from the press... "...high velocity, self-reverential, G-force, grunge terror. with screaming. You won't be dissapointed. It'll make your head fall off...." James Oldham N.M.E. and the single "Me Supreme" was NME's single of the week... "All Hail the notorious Lig.......a thing of terrible beauty.Like a combine harvester skidding on the bowling green. Like an irresponsibly discharged cannon in the grounds of a stately home. Like the extinction of the dinosaurs." John Robinson N.M.E.

June of 2000 Ligament announced that they would be splitting up after a final fairwell Upstairs at the Garage on Saturday 1st July. N.M.E. paid their respects; Ligament/Mogwai - London Highbury Upstairs At The Garage  Few sane folk could ever quibble with The Verve's famous dictum on splitting up, which held that all farewells should be sudden. But now Ligament have added the entirely reasonable proviso: "And preferably bloody loud, too."  In a world starved of primal rock savagery, this is nothing short of calamitous: Ligament in the house for the last time. There are various theories as to just why Camberwell's troglodyte power trio are hanging up their impressively notched sleaze baton, but to judge from this final outbreak of casual violence, devoting more time to their topiary skills isn't one of them.  Whatever, it takes a special band to drag Mogwai away from gestating their next record and onto a tiny stage they last graced some three years ago. Show-stealing is way off the 'Gwai's agenda this evening, yet so assured have they become that it's hard not to pity any band which has to follow them, especially when they play just one song, 'My Father My King', their already legendary Jewish hymn, and bathe in it for more than 20 delirious minutes. Next stop Songs of Praise.  But the real strong devotion tonight comes from the mighty Lig, who party like it's 1989 down the Fulham Grayhound forever. Had they been American, frankly, they'd have been huge; a similarly elemental crew like, say, The Melvins aren't fit to sniff their oxters, plus the Lig are good-looking. Essentially, Ligament do rock as stew: boil it down, then rattle the bones. They don't so much play their instruments, as dismember them. Singing? Screamings far more fun. Quiet bits? Only if we can have painfully unquiet bits too. The songs all sound the same? Because no-one in their right mind would want it any other way.  And yet that, alas, was that. Ligament have left the house. But not before playing 'National Ligament Day' one last time. There is no greater example of crud rock genius this side of Jim Osterberg's left testicle. See you on the reunion tour. Keith Cameron - N.M.E. In 2000 Tim Ceder and Jon Hamilton formed the mighty Part Chimp.