Tod A immediately launched into “Bourbon and Division,” a dark cha cha (no, really) which pulsed and throbbed under the hands of this wedding band gone bad.
With three drummers, Incus is totally about rhythm. The crowd begins moving. Banging on the sculpture, Neubauten clangs chase each other though the club.
David Yow is a pillar among purveyors of destruction and bad taste, and the Jesus Lizard rumbles and squeals like the hot water boiler just before it blows.
The Roman Empire could rise and fall between notes, and the songs are couched in a placid, glacial atmosphere. If sleep produced an actual sound, it’d be this.
So there I stood, uninvolved, as I watched SNFU go through the motions of retching up a sorry-Johnny-one-note performance. I don’t like them in a club either.
Cake hop from the rockabilly stylings of “Stickshifts and Safetybelts” to the more driving rhythms/almost hip hop stylings of their hit, “The Distance.”