[Portland, OR] Less band, more
performance art. One older man and a younger guy DJing. The young guy was black
t-shirted and definitely the backup. The older man was the centerpiece in a
brown cloak and an elaborate be-feathered headdress – maybe black contacts. He
roared and wailed to a backup of basic industrial noise in some sort of
ceremony of satan. It was ominous, a psychic healing, Twin Peaks, Pink Floyd,
Yeah Yeah Yeah. Drone and die. The one-song 40-minute-plus set ended with ten
minutes of chanting “Who Am I Becoming” and then five minutes of danceable
electronica. It was a regular nihilist party. The best was a hiking-looking guy
who did gyrating yoga thorugh the whole set – I’d seen him doing warm-up
stretches next to his hiking-looking girlfriend beforehand. I love when people exceed
my weirdness expectations. I tolerated the tomfoolery because I believed this
was Psychic TV or some part of a Psychic TV collective – but, ah, the venue
failed to list or acknowledge a whole slew of openers. I actually kind of liked
him and the catharsis he brought to the whole audience and as I google him, I
think he might have been drawing from authentic indigenous music (a throat
singer?). Plus he has a Joshua tree, my home plant, on his facebook page.
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