If Santa Likes Metal, His First Stop Will Be the City of Devils

 

The sales tax is about to increase 1% but we've got more free tix for you.  This week's offerings will appeal to the more eclectic among you.  First up, BOHREN & DER CLUB OF GORE and VOID OV VOICES at Spaceland on Tuesday.  I'm not going to lie.  Der Club of Gore were not on my radar until a few weeks ago when Aquarius Records sent out this review of their newest release on Ipecac, Dolores:

Berlin jazz club. The sound is jazz (electric piano, organ, vibes, sax, double bass, trap kit...) but the feeling is doom. That's our usual shorthand for describing the unique music made by longtime AQ fave, Germany's Bohren & Der Club Of Gore. Here at last is their eagerly anticipated 5th album, Dolores (not named after the San Francisco street near us, presumably). If you're fans like we are, you know what to expect, it's just as ponderously "heavy" as a "jazz" band can be. No, not loud, not harsh, not noisy. The opposite of all that. Rather, whisper-quiet, glacially slow, and spacious, with sparse snare hits keeping time like a wound-down clock ticking off the eternity between 2 minutes to midnight and the witching hour itself. Doomsday so slowly arrives on a velvety bed of somnolent deep bass notes, and the cool slinky tones of vintage Fender Rhodes. Cymbals shiver in a dark haze of ambient drones near to silence. Several of the songs are infused with the warmth of tenor or baritone sax breathes gorgeous expiring breaths. It's all so sad and woeful and achingly beautiful, Bohren nodding off, their fragile melodies trickling like tears, and by the end you may find you have shed a few too.

I usually shed my tears in my office set in a skyscraper in downtown LA, and this record has received much play there over the last few weeks.  It is indeed a quiet, thoughtful record, but it unsettles my co-workers more than any of the other shit I play.  That's a good sign.  They'll be joined by Attila of MAYHEM and his side project, Void ov Voices, which is basically a platform for disturbing synth and spoken word performances without any perceptible words.  Imagine a chorus of demonic frogs.  It's a rare chance to share such an initmate setting with this Hungarian legend of black metal.   

Next up is the space/psych rock of ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE & THE MELTING PARAISO U.F.O. and KINSKI at Echoplex on Friday.  You're never quite sure what you'll get at an AMT show, and its definitely no place for devotees to song structure, but if you just want to blast off for an hour at the end of the week, you'll surely go home satisfied.  Professor Bunkum, who rarely appears at shows of bands still making relevant music in the 21st century, offers this advice to the uninitiated:

Take it slow…hold it in as long as you can…this stuff is heavy…it comes on slow and in waves…it’s imported but it’s legal…it’s miles ahead of the cops, there’s not even a name for it yet…you might feel like you are melting or the floor is moving but stick with it…don’t panic…close your eyes and we’ll ride it out together…see?...all better....you’ll come down, but you’ll never be the same.  

Kinski will open by playing tracks from their unreleased new record, and although they're on SubPop, don't mistake them for an indie pop band.  Randall Dunn (live soundman for Sunn O)))) was at the helm for their stunning last album, Down Below It's Chaos, and I expect more fuzzy, heavy psychedelia to come our way.  Join us in orbit.       

To sum up, here are all the ticket giveways we have going on:

If you would like a pair of tix to any of these shows, contact us here.