Fear Not Earthlings, For the Music Shall Save Your Planet
– 4/10/10
Words & Photos
by Nathan Solis
For all that we’ve done on our planet, we’ve yet to rock the cosmos. We’ve yet to send awesome waves of sound into deep space and freak out some distant planets with our synths, drums machines and what have you. Hopefully, in a few hundred years when the radio transmissions reach another galaxy, they’ll know we kept it real here on earth.
hat and vest said other wise. The theme of the night was space. The DJ – NicoVega’s guitarist Rich – spunsome crazy Star Wars narration mixed in with all sorts of madness and someone did the Vulcan salute, which was totally random and probably got that person mad tail.
Mississippi Man: There were tractor chains here, with Mississippi Man. Strong links to Guided by Voices were
apparent, but the whole time this band shredded, I kept placing them into 90s alternative-college-radio-Canadian rock. As though The Kids In the Hall had transcended the cosmos to inhabit these scientists’ bodies. The night had begun with men in lab coats, so the theme reared its head and stirred the punch for the fans.
The Pity Party: Two beings took to the stage, after their machines had been erected upon the stage.
Heisenflei, who swaggered to her apparatus and M elbowed his way into our dimension with his guitar strapped on. Heisenflei is a bolt of electricity behind the drums, singing, playing the keyboards all at once, crimson red tresses thrashing about. M had no trouble as ballast, warping all that madness coming from the rhythm, the 8-tracks blaring like angry machines.
Voxhaul Broadcast: The two bands prior to Voxhaul Broadcast were drenched in the theme of the night. Mississippi Man had the lab coats, The Pity Party was transcending time and space, but what gives? It was like Voxhaul were the human protagonists in this drama – the earthlings who accidently stumble upon the crashed spaceship. Voxhaul represents the most grounded music of the night, tinged with some soul and lots of pedal reverb. On the litmus strip, this band would be the milk/base of the night.
Saint Motel: Descending from the blackness that is space, Saint Motel acted like a group of space cowboys.
You guys might be wearing space helmets, but you have jeans on? How ridiculous, right? Your space suits are not air tight, duh? “Butch” was played, people fell about the place, melting at the thought of going another second without Saint Motel. There was a cover of Peter Schilling’s “Major Tom (Coming Home)” in German? Lots of things were thrown – a bra? Perhaps this was one of those nights when another type of contact was made.
Aliens that did not show up: Elf, E.T., Mork, Dr. Zoidberg, Spock, Samus Aran and Zordon.
hat and vest said other wise. The theme of the night was space. The DJ – 
