Past two Toronto shows have been plagued by hipster d.b.s that are
preoccuped with seeing + being seen - which includes talking LOUDLY
about nonsense or/and snapping ridiculous faceshots for their pet
project Facebook pages - instead of paying any atttention to the
performer. Oh what a world my parents gave me.
Opener ghosthands suffered the most, unfortunately. His guitar
playing + earnest lyrics were beautiful….fans of bright eyes, willy
mason + ben lee will enjoy…
Castanets were better in drowning out the mob of morons with their
dissonant atmospheric gauzy wall of alt-twang-folk sound. Some of
the swampier art-folk interludes alost start sounding like dub…+
some of the jauntier vocal-hinged pieces were almost like calexico
songs…
All in all great athsmatic kitty night..too bad shapes + sizes bowed out…
Peace
Meegs
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