Last night a tiny city was built in our studio. Vintage amps were the architecture, and pedal boards were its city streets. The sights were certainly intriguing, but the sounds were unforgettable. Words need to be invented in order to describe the music of Hawks and Oxen. A few adjectives could be thrown around, but the sheer amount of modifiers required for a halfway decent description would cause search engines to melt.
The set functioned as one piece of music in three movements. It was a patchwork quilt of seemingly infinite tones and acrobatic rhythms. Themes soared into the air only to plummet back to Earth and shatter, but before any smoke could clear the thematic fragments would take a flight of their own.
The set functioned as one piece of music in three movements. It was a patchwork quilt of seemingly infinite tones and acrobatic rhythms. Themes soared into the air only to plummet back to Earth and shatter, but before any smoke could clear the thematic fragments would take a flight of their own.
This band mixes more genres than this review mixes metaphors. Let there be no mistake about it, Hawks and Oxen was loud as hell, and we enjoyed every second of it.