Once again, I had the pleasure last Tuesday of catching Brooklyn based Noise Pop/Garage/Shoegaze trio A Place to Bury Strangers w/All The Saints and Dead_Confederate at the Mod Club.
This is all thanks to Sarah (teaming up with Murphy) who picked up some surprise tickets late the week before. I can't thank her enough. It was my second time around seeing A Place to Bury Strangers (last time was 2 yrs ago at the Drake Underground) and Sarah’s first experience in what can only be described as a sonic assault and raping of your eardrums.
The opening acts seemed to be handpicked (as most are) according to their complimentary sound of the fuzzed out noise pop of APTBS. Although not overly impressive, the mix of the "shoegazeesque" garage rock of All The Saints and the "Nu-Grunge" angle of Dead Confederate wet the palates of concert goers thirsty for the ear shattering wall of sound of the headliners.
A Place to Bury Strangers took the stage and without word shot into a frenzied feedback-drenched opening track. Although the base and rhythm sections at times made me feel like Murphy was sitting on my chest, I didn't find the volume as abrasive as the first time I caught them. I was prepared for an all out assault on my hearing (which I must say is now on par with Pete Townsends legendary deafness) but surprisingly they came up a little short. In fact they aren't even the loudest band I have seen this year. I caught Earth at the Horseshoe earlier in the year and not only did it erase my ability to hear anything for 3 days, I think it actually shook out a filling or two.
I am talking boarder line seizure stuff here.
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Can you please tell us what it is like to suck face with your girlfriend during the aural onslaught of APTBS? Your enlightened readers have a right to know!
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