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✪ Akron/Family

April 10, 2013 @ 9:00 pm - 11:55 pm

Radio 1190 presents Akron/Family with M. Geddes Gengras and Princess Music at the Larimer Lounge, 18+.

Akron

“It was a century ago when I first saw Akron/Family perform, in the tiny back room of a bar in Brooklyn that held perhaps 20 people. Akron sat in chairs on a small stage festooned with red velvet and small theater light bulbs, their plentiful gadgets and musical toys littering more than a few tables – always seemingly on the verge of collapse. The young men awkwardly held their guitars in their laps or gently played drums/percussion, apparently trying not to knock anything over (to disastrous results) mid set. Cables and extension cords laced through their legs, they proffered a sort of delicate, improvisational experimentalism, laced with occasional rock grooves, but most extraordinarily, often punctuated with beautiful 4 part harmonies…

Time passed, and I recall seeing them at a sold out show somewhere in Europe and thinking “Wait! This is fucking Led Zeppelin!” – and that is a huge vote of approval. They sounded nothing like LZ of course, but something about the supercharged commitment and force of the sound evoked a similar full blooded ROCK, albeit with an adventurous, skewed bent and a marked tendency to let things suddenly collapse into utter chaos then snap back just as quickly into focus in a moment of pure, unabashed sonority. Absolutely thrilling, stunning, and great fun, too…

More time passed, and they worshiped at the throne of late period Beatles, filtered through the lens of their own idiosyncratic tendency to mash things up and change atmosphere/context in an instant…

Yet more time passed and free jazz improv and deep sonic meditations came to the fore, always brought into focus with their unique brand of vocal harmony and frankly trenchant melodies…

Now even more time has passed, and we find them rocking (still rocking) but now in a skittering kaleidoscope. The shards of music styles and influences flung through the speakers from all directions, congealing for a second, then just as quickly dissolving into something new and unexpected. They’re amphetamine crazed jugglers of sound and texture, but there’s always those vocals, rooting the thing in a deep and satisfying place.

It seems to me lots of groups these days view the whole history of music as fair game for their palette, which might be understandable, since it’s all there at easy access now, but most of it seems like playing dress up to me, and certainly it exists in inverted commas.

There are no inverted commas in the world of AK. They’re inside the music, grinding it, fighting it, chewing it, digesting it, then spewing it up to the sky in a multicolored spray of endless sound and love.

I wrote these random, extremely inarticulate notes while listening to Sub Verses:
“Seeing this: a thick purple perfumed mist spreads out across the cracked desert floor as the raider AKs ride forth on bloodied white stallions – somehow quintessentially American. A conflation of orchestrated Jazz, Prog Psych, R&B and devotional mantras. Their hermetic hero guitars serve the master sky…

Stomping monsters harried by stuttering tin fractured birds set a scene for cycling Akron call and response….

Nothing’s predictable, forms shifting…

Song structure dictated only by forward momentum, the sprawl of unfolding sound…

Weirdly effeminate whimsy leads quickly to brash and brazen hard rock before dissolving into an echo of itself…

All sound fed to the grinder…

Grizzled Beach Boys, fully bearded and flea infested willfully surrendering to the lysergic gas attack. Hold your shriveled ego and watch it unfold like a purple meat-flower in your grubby hand…

Clouds shifting at full speed – gelatinous, deliquescing tectonic plates lurching overhead…

Mothers of Invention berate and whip Beefheart on a leash through traffic. Cars are rabid dogs nipping at the heels of rhythm. Growling, time breaks down and Beach Boys reappear swinging sledgehammers that melt instantly as they strike and flow/melt into hot red lava in a desert ditch then steams in metal drones of vapor, aluminum sheens hovering just above the sand…

Chet Baker’s trumpet spills silver toxic goo on cracked filthy bare feet….

Sudden industrial grind sets scene for hairball shaman rant….

These omnivores are cannibals too…

Pop/rock music of the last 50 years put through a meat grinder and leavened with battery acid and honey….

Who would have thought they’d become voracious beasts…

Orchestrated chaos…

Genesis P-Orridge’s Throbbing demon screeching through the throats of suddenly fever-eyed ordinary American optimist males…

Reach to the sky, but the sky is a thick swirl of purple/brown goo…

Big ass rock riffs trudge awkwardly forward with some kind of internal simian elegance of purpose…

A giant concrete hall teeming with naked hairy fans shining with sweat and writhing like upright snakes to the curling cycling riffs of the crazed and lit avatars of a new perversely inverted animal psych….

Ghost of Spector/Lennon in another concrete hall in the same filmic world where Lynch’s Eraserhead lives…

An herbal guitar solo unfurls liquidly, redly, into smoke machine haze…

Music dissolves in sad earnest mist of drenched melancholy, spent…”

-Michael Gira of Swans

Details

Date:
April 10, 2013
Time:
9:00 pm - 11:55 pm

Venue

Larimer Lounge
2721 Larimer Street, Denver, CO 803025 United States
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Phone:
303 291 1007