K-Holes, MMOSS, Post show DJ set by Josh Iden & Joe Price
361 Metropolitan Ave
Brooklyn, NY, 11211
Doors 7:00PM / Show 8:00PM
This event is 18 and over
Any number of bands cite 60's Texas psych as an influence, but rarely does a group actually capture what made those bands special. Following their debut EP also on Trouble In Mind, The Night Beats have expanded on the bedroom immediacy of their first recordings to create an LP that perfectly captures and modernizes the hallucinogenic and exhilaratingly demonic aura of bands like The 13th Floor Elevators and Golden Dawn. With blazing guitar work and a razor sharp rhythm section Danny Lee Blackwell and company mutate conventional chords & progressions into a mind-blowing sonic sprawl. The record reels you in with 2-3 minute pop songs like 'Ain't Dumbo' and 'Dial 666,' forging a landscape that then throws you into a chaotic journey of jams a'la 'Dewayne's Drone' and 'Little War in the Midwest' that bend and meander but never overstay their welcome.
The K-Holes speak at once of the mystic and the cosmopolitan, the primal and urbane, the earthen and its synthesized cousins. But unlike their contemporaries, theirs is not a sound of the grinning, gregarious panderer. Nor is it one of the bored or at-ease. Rather, it's one of escape.
Escape from the concrete scrabble of New York, that moneyed parking lot for the cynical and privileged; escape from the vulgar materialism sung from the metropolitan mouth; escape from the vacuous r'n'r pantomime that promises mere vaudevillian entertainment in any number of the city's myriad dives. No, the K-Holes set these things afire, and in their stead, they proffer a wet hand, leading you, the wanton listener, down a path to another flame, a funereal white-hot pyre – one that promises more than sheer cleansing nihilism. One that promises freedom amongst cages of different shapes, sizes and colors. A way out.
Their abdication follows a natural extension of the atrophied rock/roll ligament –
unfurling from H. Williams to G. Vincent to Larry & the Blue Notes to the Pagans, Birthday Party, Flesh Eaters, Scientists, beyond – colored, at times, with ethereal smudges of primitive ceremony. As we follow their trajectory, running from the towering urban oppression, we hear whiffs of guttural noir in the honk of the sax, we hear the frustrated yelp in the guitar, we sense the bite and lust in their gang vocal. It's fueled, all the while, by a thundering beat of tribal divination. Their burghal séance urges us onward, upward, and we sense the fire nearing all the while. But the heat emanates not from the flame to which we run. It flowers from the pyre that has devoured us from the inside all along: the one that burns us up and tells us to move – in any direction at all, in any way we see fit, consequences be damned.
The K-Holes didn't put the fire there. But we sincerely thank them for finding and fueling it.
There's a sense of mystery moving throughout the music of Mmoss – a sense of something familiar perhaps surreptitiously altered, or of traveling a well-worn path only to arrive at a destination previously unknown.
It's a mystery not to be solved but rather a mystery to be enveloped by. On their debut album – the enigmatically titled "i," available on the cheap at the group's Bandcamp page – this mystery is evidenced best by spectral stunners like "And I Do Set My Bow In the Clouds" and it's immediate follow-up, "So Below" (which itself, less mysteriously, connects directly with the blink-and-you'll-miss-it opening tone-poem titled "As Above"), which accurately and appropriately adopts the seagull-squeal of "Echoes" before launching the listener into the macro and micro-cosmic stew of the album's second act, encountering flutes, Farfisa and fuzz along the way.