Some shows are quantified in a set list, but most are quantified in kill list be it eardrums, basses, guitars or mic stands… This show by NYC noise rock band A Place To Bury Strangers stands at a solid count of 7 and a serried of attempted murders.
The Hollywood in Avondale is probably the best venue in Auckland period. Intimate, sight lines for weeks and the beer doesn’t leave you broke or regretful. So the proposition of A Place To Bury Strangers in such a venue was not to be passed over especially with newly Taite Prize nominated Wax Chattels set to open the evening. Showing up in the nick of the time soggy from the first autumn rain you knew you were in for something special.
When it comes to guitarless guitar music there are no other options. Wax Chattels' fearsome output is something to take note of. Creating a unique blend of organ, bass and drums with interchanging vocals. Akin to the likes of Jeff the Brotherhood or Bass Drum of Death, this three-piece was clearly sent from a different dimension to melt faces and change how people look at the domestic music scene. Blending these tones into an immersive kaleidoscope, they were the perfect option to set the scene for the noise and chaos to follow.
Three words sum up A Place To Bury Strangers on stage; Disruptive, visceral and consuming.
You can’t really experience them without being in the room as instruments are pushed past the breaking point, strobes punctuating the stage staccato like in time with aggressive drums. Spine-tinglingly ominous whilst still tugging at the heartstrings with brief touches of the familiar: this is by no means for the faint hearted. Predominantly backlit both Oliver Ackermann and Dion Lunadon (The D4, True Lovers) prowl the stage like reapers claiming decibel upon decibel with their guitars. Their chaos only controlled by the rhythmic insistence of Lia Simone Braswell's minimal kit.
The consistent theme of disruption and curated chaos ran throughout. This unintelligible feeling rippled and flowed amongst the audience. Balancing these feelings, this sense of place and chaos, these variations defy the traditional sense of review. So instead ask, hey man were you there… because if you weren’t, you really missed a trick...