I could try describing Yellow Swans' blast of ever-growing quaking noise (with bonus screaming), but on occasions such as these, it's really best to defer to the Mogwai scale (a continuing work in progress for me), and leave the summary at that. So, at their peak they approach 0.75, maybe 0.8 Mogwai. Hopefully that clears things up.
Consider me sold on Frog Eyes after months of musing over the odd ecstatic comments on message boards ... with precision riffs (and the young Shel Silverstein on lead guitar), and stiff, almost robotic stage motions, they're a hardcore version of the Feelies, steeped through the Ex's sense of white funk. Whisper to a scream, why don't you ...
For this tour, Xiu Xiu have scaled back to the duo of Jamie and Caralee, but when one loses the use of one of the five senses, the other four are heightened in order to compensate for the loss. So, they compensate by setting all of their instruments to "stun". Unlike their last visit here a few months ago, the duo have no patience for slow-building, moody pieces. Instead, they shuffle the setlist to favour a maximum amount of dense noise and manic energy with sinus-splitting versions Don Diasco and (especially) Apistat Commander. One exception was the closer, "Sad Pony Guerrilla Girl", which was delivered as an aching duet and basically forecast the fact that we were being sent home.
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