"We're going to space," Primitive Noyes' guitarist says. "Will you come to space with us?" The bassist puts a bow to her strings, coaxing ethereal groans and harmonics through a delay pedal. The layered sound collage is grounded by poignant beats, which swell and fade with the guitars. Conjures Experimental Aircraft, Theta Wave State, Tristeza, Sonic Youth circa Evol, Seefeel.
The name, an occult nod to primal duality, best describes the live experience. One senses the invocation of an alternate reality, ephemeral imaginings animating the Void. The noise builds, somewhere a universe reaches full expression, vibrations (that's all we are) eclipse everything, unify, absolve. With the twist of a delay knob it all disappears, slurped back into the Source with a resolute blip. Nothing.
The Paddle Boat plays a tight set of jazz-informed rockabilly tango. Lilting harmonies, an array of auxiliary percussion, sweet-toned hollow-body guitar.
Vegas' Twin Brother sounds like Thom Yorke got over whatever the hell's been irking him and wrote a birthday album for his girlfriend.
Space Nature oozes Iggy Pop. The audience tears off the guitarist's shirt and the frontman shouts into dual mics, "I'm in love, I need you!" The kids, they shimmy and shake.
- Concert: Primitive Noyes, the Paddle Boat, Twin Brother, Space Nature
- Date: April 30
- Venue: Tin Can Ale House
- Seats: standing