Posted by: Madeline Wakenight
Bright floodlights swamped the stage and the boys emerged. Emerged from what exactly? That is the unanswerable mystery and charm that made their show such a transfixing experience.
I mistakenly forgot my earplugs but there was no going back. I let the swirl of metal grit and noise ring into my ears and I watched as the crowd turn from a stoic bunch into a thick mosh pit. I like to mosh but this pit was not for me. Bodies flailed and the mosh soon uplifted a few audience members atop the rest of the crowd. One guy, in particular, appeared as a limp, asparagus-like Gumby character as he surfed across.
There were no performative elements about this show. It was all about the music. The hot noise melted out of the drums, distorted banjo, and base. It’s tricky to describe the way they sound but,
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