One thing was made clear yesterday at the CCCB: King Midas Sound’s live show sacrifices the subtlety, detail and sound perfectionism of the studio to set up a Jamaican wall of sound that turned the hall of the Barcelona setting upside down. Much of the blame for this evident change between the album and the live show goes to Kevin Martin, who, in the heat of the battle on stage, shows his more forceful, protuberant, and radical side, leaving his lab coat hanging up (another time, maybe). The producer, impeccably aided by his tandem of vocalists, poured out a mixture of dense rhythms, vigorous bass and incessant, hammering echoes; he gave you the feeling of being closed up in a smoking basement in a building from a futuristic megalopolis in your brain. In the artistic balance of Sonar, King Midas Sound is a serious contender as one of the main festival concerts. JP