The Last Show

Overheard at the last concert before the pandemic (January 25, 2020) . . .

The most important band that people don’t know.

I first heard this song while taking a shower in a Czech hotel.

I love how the riff is just a couple of distorted noisy notes through a delay pedal.

I love it when he sings in different languages.

Drugs, man. That’s the only explanation for this.

The time signature and textures shifted various times in the first minute, not what I was expecting.

Imagine if radio played good music like this.

This song has no melody, is disturbing, and makes a person feel messed up in the head.

It swallowed my soul—consumed—I will never, ever be the same.

Imagine being a hateful teen and discovering a band that is an audible version of what you can’t get out.

Their new stuff is good, too.

What I’m Reading:

“In my honor they will one day name and electrify a chair.”

— Ben Lerner / Angle of Yaw