jiltedbarfly

There's a small crowd in The George. It's one of those gigs where you get the feeling you're the only person who's not in one of the bands.

Chora are a five piece. Drums, violin, clarinet, and vocals. More accurately, murmers and mournful wails. I can't see what the other person does. The clarinet emerges largely unscathed from the clattering wreckage. Emerging out of the murk, it reminds me of Bitches Brew, but shorn of all jazz.

Family Battle Snake is one man and a table of electronic gadgets. Slow oscillations of noise are gradually manipulated, adding new elements to the sound. From the constant tweaking a violin-like sound slips from the feedback tones. There is rare craft here. Family Battle Snake conducts a small tutorial with an audience member after his set.

There's just two in Towering Breaker. They kneel on the floor. Around them is scattered the spilled out innards of a recording studio. Where Family Battle Snake were focus on an evolving tone, Towering Breaker incorporate more echo, and blips.

Beach Fuzz are drums, guitar and vocals. Their starting point is the feedback squalls which end a Sonic Youth track. Drum rolls come in waves adding providing a sinewy base obscured by the clouds psychedlic guitar and vocal manipulation. They have the transcendental air of Popol Vuh.

I'd love to pick up some stuff, but no one is selling any merch. Weird.

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Posted by: jiltedbarfly    in: Thoughts on stuff

I am too late for Safetyword.

The Monroe Transfer are like A Silver Mt. Zion, but without the tension. The guy on violin looks like a member of the Birminham Six.

Tired Irie sound like Duran Duran meets The Cure. I can imagine that this would be big on the indie disco scene. I stopped going to them in 1997. There's only so many times you can hear Fools Gold.

Youthmovies are very tight. They have tunes and riffs, but none are memorable, none excite. I leave after the third song.