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.
Howling at the glistening orb of life, reveling in Dionysian abandon, his clothes started falling off his body, revealing a glistening chest, tight and hard.
The music was uneven and unintentionally jarring, what with certain samples jumping out in the mix, giving a choppy, unrefined sound. But I know they’re good.
The singer was a slim boy, with black hair and an absolutely gorgeous face. He sang like a young Robert Smith. The music was fluid, graceful, and moving.