These are from a free gig we managed to get tickets to, on the recently opened 'military' Governor's Island, just off the South-Eastern tip of Manhattan. A fantastic, slightly spooky, beautiful location. It was held on an artifical beach, with sand and psychelled palm trees and little tents selling beer and hot dogs. Love finding these little things in cities, these little creeps.
Didn't see the headliners, Neon Indian, because we had to get back - did see some actual neon indians though; little indie trash in headgear, splats of neon pinks... as the sun went down everyone's wristbands went fluoerescent for a few minutes...
Minature Tigers were perfect, quietly dramatic little openers...letting things set...
liked Nite Jewel a lot, they captured a little disco kraut groove at times... danced prettily... people danced or lay back in the sand, or both... check the guy making little angel wings in the sand...
Dom were heavier, heavy surf, a little brash.... smacked the place around a bit (just a tickle, the company they're keeping here is chillwaving all over the place....); psychedelic but stupid, in the best way... cassette tape rock
then Prefuse 73 snarled and glitched and off-beated and old-school scratching like they've been rubbing heads with manky 7 year olds... the definition of angry lilting... no smooth edges at all... even the lights clashed... I'm not sure; could have been brilliant, maybe was a bit crap... you kinda had to be there, rather than just be there... with the right chemicals boring through the right places they could have been transporting... but I didn't have my time-spazzing head on.
I...
God, I'm tired...
1 comment:
hot dogs and nite jewel, sounds lovely
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