With Jurassic Park playing ironically in the background, You Bred Raptors took the stage. I originally discovered this band of three in the Columbus Circle subway station one late night home in New York City. Although, initially intimidated by the costume masks that they wear during performing, I stopped to listen because I was intrigued by their rock sound induced by classical instruments. The band is equipped with an 8-string bass, cello, drums and two glockenspiels, which blend together to create a sound that is reminiscent of a movie score. Although their performance lacks a climatic pop, I do enjoy the texture that their music produces: a little hard, a little soft, melodic, and slightly adventurous.
Month: June 2015
The Glass Animals Have My Heart
I was blown away by the Glass Animals last week. I had been waiting in anticipation for this show for the past three months. In trying to discover new music and bands I stumbled upon a forum that allowed people to voice their opinions on who should perform at Lollapalooza, needless to say, there was an overwhelming mention of a band named Glass Animals. My love for them was immediate, their dark and melodic tone forces an extrovert to introvert causing them to explore depths of surrealism and question their current reality. What can I say, I love a band that stretches your mind and welcomes sensation overload. I sway, lost in the rhythms of their beats, losing myself in words that have become meaningless as I focus solely on the hypnotic nature of Dave Bayley’s voice. I cannot help, but become fixated on the band’s passion that exudes from the stage. I am consumed by ad lib extensions of the songs and relish in their energy as they rock out on stage, lost in each others presence and vibe. Gooey took on a life of its own as it urged Bayley to climb the balcony and sing overlooking the crowd from a new and intimate vantage point. The pace of the show stemmed from the steady pace of the music and nothing was more fitting than when Bayley crowd surfed and was suspended in the air ever so calmly and poetically, fans surrounding him, not willing to let him move or fall, and it was at that moment I became a believer in their sound and a devoted fan.
For Lack of a Better Name 