[Prefrosh, do this.]
Crystal Stilts, a somewhat established surfy NY garage band, bring their “zoned dream pop a la 1986” to Terrace this evening. For those ballsy previewers looking to get scrapey on a moped out dancefloor, tonight’s the night. I can personally assure you the Stilts will top most any Preview activity on the official docket (although the prefrosh may have some trouble getting in…)
The Guardian had these remarks about the band:
If you like the idea of an American singer whose barely-there vocals makes him sound as though he’s auditioning for a part in Thames Valley: The Movie, if you like splashy drums that make Moe Tucker sound like John Bonham, bashy tambourines, tinny, surfy 60s organ, wheezy harmonica, echoey spectral guitars and la-la-lee melodies that sound like nursery rhymes played by an extra-miserable Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (because they’ve just been dropped, possibly) at 18rpm, the whole thing coated in lo-fi gloom, then grab your stripey blue and white T-shirt, squeeze into your black drainpipes, and we’ll see you down Syndrome on Oxford Street to celebrate. What, it’s closed? Now we’re really depressed.