An Albatross, White Mice, Scroa✝s
Friday 12-11//Eclectic//10pm//Free w/WesID
Get ready kids, this is gonna be a good one. Last year, An Albatross left the Wednesday-night crowd at Eclectic bruised, bloodied, covered in sweat and other fluids and yet begging for more of AA's hyper-manic psych-thrash spazzings, for one more visit from the Lazer Viking. And finally, we're getting what we asked, nay, begged for. If you already know, you're already gonna be there; if you don't it truly behooves you to find out, this type of thing doesn't happen every day.
I could say the same about Providence's White Mice. This is a band whose performances, despite all the cliches that flit around blogs like this one, are truly unlike any other. These are mad scientists with giant, light-up mouse heads, specialized in the chemistry and physics of aural overload. Guitar, drums, and oscillator conjure a sonic sludge of crushing doom-noise that will silence all those who don't believe that truly awesome sounds from the depths of hell can be produced by a group of dudes in mouse costumes, who just put out a new record called Ganjahovadose.
And finally Scroats. I can't say too much about this band cuz it's my band and I'm a bit bashful about such things, so I'm gonna take the coward's way out and re-post from the facebook event. "No-frontal-lobe, stripped down punk rock, played by Max Lavine '10 and Ben Seretan '10. They threw out all that tired old shit and are rebuilding it with sweat, and broken drums. Simple music for pissed off simpletons." Come let us hurl abuse at you.
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Friday 12-11//Eclectic//10pm//Free w/WesIDGet ready kids, this is gonna be a good one. Last year, An Albatross left the Wednesday-night crowd at Eclectic bruised, bloodied, covered in sweat and other fluids and yet begging for more of AA's hyper-manic psych-thrash spazzings, for one more visit from the Lazer Viking. And finally, we're getting what we asked, nay, begged for. If you already know, you're already gonna be there; if you don't it truly behooves you to find out, this type of thing doesn't happen every day.
I could say the same about Providence's White Mice. This is a band whose performances, despite all the cliches that flit around blogs like this one, are truly unlike any other. These are mad scientists with giant, light-up mouse heads, specialized in the chemistry and physics of aural overload. Guitar, drums, and oscillator conjure a sonic sludge of crushing doom-noise that will silence all those who don't believe that truly awesome sounds from the depths of hell can be produced by a group of dudes in mouse costumes, who just put out a new record called Ganjahovadose.
And finally Scroats. I can't say too much about this band cuz it's my band and I'm a bit bashful about such things, so I'm gonna take the coward's way out and re-post from the facebook event. "No-frontal-lobe, stripped down punk rock, played by Max Lavine '10 and Ben Seretan '10. They threw out all that tired old shit and are rebuilding it with sweat, and broken drums. Simple music for pissed off simpletons." Come let us hurl abuse at you.
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