I'll condense these into one because the LoLs are minute...if at all.
Back in 2010 I downloaded an Oversteps zip file, prior to (i.e. intending to) spunking £XX.XX on the vinyl version...hadn't been into the 'chre that much since LP5, to be honest, so this new one sounded like a return to form (for me)...proper beats, some tune structure recognisable to my pathetic brain etc., oh my stars. A few months later I then got a copy of the boxset in MVE Notting Hill for £20.
Rushed home and stuck the needle on track 13, thinking "aye, let's start with 'krylon', no fucking about"...gutted. WTF was this? Not what I had listened to previously, obviously. After some searching I discerned it was an Altered Carbon LP...and krylon was actually called 'Sleav'. Subsequently downloaded The Real Oversteps and um, nah.
The OG AC is still a damn fine release and I don't ever listen to Oversteps much.
So I got the chance to see them play in Leeds in 1997, at some University thing called Planet Alice. Was down from Scotland visiting pals, it seemed like a belter of an idea. Beer + Weed x Autechre = ? Never having experienced them live before, I naively expected a greatest hits thus far kind of set with Second Bad Vilbel played around ten times in a row (of course), plus Basscadet and Crystel for encores. Didn't happen haha.
Cut to 2000 and it's the Lighthouse party in Docklands...I'd bought tickets because of Boards, whilst still in Scotchland, but then moved to Norwich in the intervening months. My lass didnae fancy a night of electronica (who would?) and so a mate from Fife came down for the pairty. T'was a pain in the arse queue to get in (gotta get them minidisc recorders banned lol) and then we're in and BoC's spacebar stuck, heh. They were grand after the Great Unsticking though, worth the admission fee alone (as expected). We then try for some Ae action and it's nul on the banger front again. WTF guyz. No Windowlicker, no Brace Yourself Jason, no Bad Vilbelz...fuck. Left before the end. Then we catch a bit of the Skam Records DJ set and there's good ol' Eutow blasting out, shaking those aged Trinity Buoy Wharf windows from their petrified putty foundations. Yeah, this was what I wanted, sorry cheers mate. Then me and my pal couldn't be arsed to hang around for Aphex (cos the "let's not advertise timings" thing reaaaallly worked out well) and so we walked for a few hours back to Highbury, which was as awful as it sounds at 3/4/5am in the morning. Happy days.