Tiny Spiders capture my love with an fabulous interplay of messy guitar wizardry and some of the most physical drumming I’ve seen since Liam Finn last toured. There’s an underlying blues catchiness, just roughened to fuck as though its come down with severe strep throat. The moments of squealing feedback like someone dragging fingernails down a chalkboard, but are the perfect brake on the groove when Innez Tulloch throws them into the mix.
There’s something wholly unearthly about Whitehorse’s doom-sludge sound. Sure the bass end of things could be used herald the apocalypse, but I think the real culprit is the high-pitched keen of vocalist Pete Hyde. It’s piercing and echoing like someone 10 doors away is having their testicles removed with a pair of pliers. Unnerving and just a little creepy, it’s what prompts me to purchase their latest vinyl.
No Anchor bookend tonight’s performance by splitting the mammoth 15-minute drone session that is Gatton Bohemia in twain. Strangely, it makes the final closing section feels almost like a teaser, and its brevity accentuates the gut-punch of the cacophonous feedback-riddled conclusion where Donovan Miller and Ian Rogers get really physical with their bass guitars.
Maybe it’s a concept prompted by compactness of the new EP. Each of the four tunes — one a cover of Big Black’s Jordan, Minnesota — is short, sharp and focused. If the band wanted to leave the crowd reeling through a continuous series of hammer-blows, then this 10-song, 45-minute set certainly accomplishes that purpose.