Live: Maurice Fulton at APT


Maurice Fulton, somewhere that wasn’t APT on Friday.

Maurice Fulton
April 4

That DFA is dropping a Maurice Fulton production isn’t too surprising. In fact, it was labelhead Jonathan Galkin who originally hepped me to MU’s “Chair Girl” 12,” Fulton’s project with his wife, Mutsumi Kanamori, that I subsequently freaked out over. As Syclops’s Maurice Fulton-produced full-length debut I’ve Got My Eye On You attests, Fulton deploys the sickest live drum sound outside of James Murphy, the thunderous hit and subsequent surrounding resonance captured intact. Similarly, Fulton does that whole one-man-is-a-band like Murphy—though LCD reveals itself to be a fully fleshed-out live band, while Syclops gets credited as being the work of a Finnish jazz trio with names like Sven Kortehisto, Hanna Sarkari, and Jukka Kantonen (who refuses to do any press).

Multiple personas or not (remember that Fulton also made a record as Eddie and the Eggs), only one man was down on the decks at APT come Friday night/ Saturday morning, though his set did flash multiple personalities. Fulton built up with old-school Nicky Siano’s Gallery-era gems like Loleata Holloway’s “We’re Getting Stronger” and choruses reiterating let’s get dancing only to pull the track away and reveal that we were actually floating in space. Disco gave way to raygun blasts and the spaciest set of acid house. Congas the size of silos reverberated, tom rolls sounded more like rockslides—it was as if Fulton had multiple copies of German-cosmonaut Boney M’s “Niteflight to Venus” massive break going at once.

Fulton firmly had his hand on the spaceship’s vertical lift throughout the night. I Love 80’s would revert to 808s and vice versa. And just when the MIR-station flutter seemed loudest and outerspace seemed deepest, Fulton gave the room a case of the bends and plunged the crowd back into earthly delights like Chaka Khan and Tamiko Jones. Phantom Slasher (an Idjut Boys alias) track “Lasagna for 10” turned into that British blues riff where in exchange “For Your Love,” they pledge “the stars above.” For those not into Captain Kirk-style moonboot-knocking though, Fulton dropped the Intruders’ “I’ll Always Love my Momma,” an ode to unconditional earthly love. It proved that any night out can be a mutha’s day.