So I learned several things that evening: South Station really is in South Boston (go figure), seven flights of stairs is nothing to be afraid of, there actually is a Dragon Cat painted in the Dragon Cat’s Den, and if you set a bass’ EQ just right, it’ll feel like the sound is penetrating you anally.
Decent little treat, this Astronomer band. It was on this night I discovered that an 8 PM starting time really means a 10:30 starting time, give or take a half an hour or so. Well worth the wait, however, as they reminded me of Sludgy Hardcore bonecrackers such as Nights Like These circa Sunlight At Secondhand, and new discovery Northless. Oddly enough, while setting up they gave me the impression that they would sound like a band off Southern Lord, namely Goatsnake, but either way, I’d have been into it, I’m sure. Slow, hard, and deep bellows from the molten core of mother Earth’s cunt, with rumbling drums and bass and trampled by elephantine guitars. Very large sound, you see. Go check ’em out, you might regret it if your volume’s too high. I’m willing to bet that their vocalist carried all their gear up seven flights of stairs himself, that wondrous behemoth of a man.
InAeona are a strange beast that seems to be melding reverb-drenched Post-Rock, Sludge Metal, and the odd bit of what sounded like Spanish Pop music in their brand of experimental skullduggery. It was executed well, so no complaints on my end. They definitely seem to know what they’re doing, especially with the fancy light set-up and their masterful use of effects at the proper times so it sounds like it’s being shouted from a floating platform in a dystopian futuristic setting at night in the rain. I should see a doc about this imagination of mine, my metaphors and similes are getting too whacked!
While at the same time it’s layered as a triple decker sandwich, there’s still some simplicity about it, especially in much of the bass and drums, which seems to provide a backing groove so as to keep your head bobbing uncontrollably akin to an enthused carrion bird. Though rest assured, this band is not dead, they’ve got moxie, khed. Especially considering they climbed seven flights of stairs with all their equipment and lighting. I’m pretty sure the elevators were busted, so I’m forced to come to the conclusion that they are all superheroes.
This band is loud, and that’s the only way it works, really. At times soothing, at times mountain-breaking, KYOTY’s sound teeters on the brink between tranquil Post-Rock and adventurous noisy sonicscapes that still hold glimmering beauty. They’re not entirely instrumental either, so they are liars and cheats, employing a couple of vocal moments, one of which I believe was sung, and another that was a spot-on impression of an injured wolf’s pained howls from the moon. It’s also heavy-as-fuck even when they’re not playing their heavy sections, since they employ a lot of fuzzy tone provided by Orange amps. Several really large Orange amps. These guys ain’t fucking around, they carried all of that up seven flights of stairs. And somehow their bassist/part-time vocalist —pictured above— was in a punk mood and decided to play a little human bowling to some Post-Rock. Damn I missed these guys so much from Bobfest.
Oh yeah, and this was a CD release show, so go pick it up from them if that’s what gets you off. The title is strange, and I’m gonna bet that all of the tracks are numbers on this, too. Nerds.
Sevensevenseven, the neighbor of the beast.