DOSH PLAYS STRIPPED DOWN ON RADIO NOIR
Right before his upcoming CD release gauntlet Dosh dropped by our studio to perform a rare stripped down performance on Radio Noir.
The loop genius was armed with only a few pedals, a single keyboard, and a stolen road sign (don't ask us where we got it). The light rig forced Dosh to get creative with his percussion loops, and it left plenty of room for spontaneity.
There hasn't been a Dosh show formatted quite like this one. It did have the familiar chordal swells that provide the groundwork for his trademark melodic arpeggiations, but this performance was sparse. The sparsity yielded intensity, and it will surely have you itching to hear the rest of the album.
Artists like Dosh only come around once in a generation. He isn't just a songwriter. He is a sound architect, and the Twin Cities are lucky to be the home of such an inventive mind.
Tommy drops on April 13th, so be sure to pick it up.
Dosh will also have three CD release shows this weekend:
4.9.10: 7th Street Entry w/ Face Candy and Ghost Band
4.10.10: MacPhail Center for Music
4.11.10: Bedlam Theater w/ White Hinterland
HAWKS AND OXEN SHAKES THE FOUNDATION ON RADIO NOIR
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.
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