Signature bass drum rack booming, bass pumping, and John’s deep voice coming through strong and bold. He was as charismatic as ever, drawing all eyes to him.
The chosen sounds transposed from washy, pretty feel to a more unnerving discordant sensation, and served to keep the appreciative audience transfixed.
Sporting an industrial edge with homemade instruments of garbage, bicycle wheels, and saw blades, combined with their traditional stringed counterparts.
They had a full sound and played in a variety of styles with nice dirty grooves and beautifully executed pregnant pauses. They even showcased a few ballads.
Guitarist Eric Masunaga reminded me of Thurston Moore as he seemed to get lost in his own distortion, and would then quickly change over to a mammoth groove.
You Shriek had the same problems as Fracture: A bad mix of electronic and human noises. They rushed around, trying to do everything, not achieving their goal.