I was chosen to go see Klover at Bill’s Bar. The real reason I’m here is because of an “erotic fashion show” by Sarah Good, a dressmaker/store owner in RI.
Take Sonic Death, or any of the ’80s NYC no wave bands, and thin it out. Then add hash oil-soaked vocals and drop acid during production. I really dig this one.
Noise core to the extreme. They do “covers” like “Escape (the Piña Colada Song),” and the most killer version of “American Woman” ever committed to tape.
Whiskey tastes sweet in the Southern charm of slide guitars and the solid tenor voice, while night falls and the sweet smell of the dark creeps into the bar.
Expanding on John Cage’s “making the ugly sounds beautiful and the beautiful sounds ugly,” they loop and shape waveforms to make a foundations of music theory.
Hear “vociferous,” “chlorophyll,” and “teutonic,” sung by a naked woman in blue body paint while a guitarist in a nurse’s outfit churns out old school rock.