My first time seeing Self Com wont be my last. SelfCom played a dark, ereily bleak table full of electronics. Heavy waves of slow grim walls pushing and steamrolling over your face. Evil screams exposing razor wire like grins. Hypnotic peircing stare of cold blue eyes paralyze me while I witness what can only be described as a demon, purging his own demons. Cast thee from thy heaven and propagate thy sins.
[73] aka Slates has become a staple when it comes to great local bills. [73] continues to maticulously hone in on specific niche fassets of his sound explorations and the results have yielded a slew of memorable releases and live sets over the course of the last 4 or 5 years. Mostly noted for his HNW endeavors, [73] delivered a much more death-industrial motivated performance at this show. Much heavier emphasis on layers of movement and sound shaping. Intervals of knob tweaking and tuning up throbbing walls to ride were broken up by stints of booming sub-pitched vocal readings of what I assume was a print-out of a William Shakespear sonnet or something. It all came off sounding very cohesive as I started to feel like I was witnessing an old school icon like Brighter Death Now performing before my eyes. These extremely aggressive vocalizations foreign to Slates previous works were bone chilling and enjoyably terrifying. a most unexpected direction from the debut? of Slates new [73] moniker.
At the Josephine, July 29th, 9pm
John Wiese (laptopper from the LA)
Demian Johnston (crusty Seattilte)
[73] (formerly Slates)
Blowupnihilist (triumphant return!)
Self Communion (Nic of Feeding)
Ground Tissues (another triumphant return!)
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