You gonna do this sort of music, then do it right. And Thee Open Sex really, really fucking do it right.
The Black Angels take to the stage and we head into the incredibly narrow photo pit.
These are New Zealand folk who you feel probably aren’t too familiar with conventional approaches to the razor-blade or obtaining prescriptions for over-the-counter pharmaceuticals
Holy Bangs, but they get it. Many bands have tried to use Spaceman 3, or perhaps 13th Floor Elevators, as a leaping off point. They all fucking miss it. Almost every single one. Indeed, just about the last band I caught that did get it was Queens Of The Stone Age, circa their first album. […]