Last Night: The Prids at Larimer Lounge

Last Night: The Prids at Larimer Lounge
Tom Murphy

The Prids, Overcasters, Gangcharger
Monday, March 30, 2009
Larimer Lounge, Denver
Better Than:
A show featuring genre-specific, nostalgia acts.

Last Night: The Prids at Larimer Lounge
Gangcharger (Tom Murphy)

Gangcharger set the pace for the show opening with a grittily atmospheric instrumental piece shot through with pulses of pure energy, followed by what sounded like a Confusion is Sex-era Sonic Youth song. At this point it dawned on me how Ethan, the guitarist, was able to make his Fender Jaguar sound both ghostly and abrasive, as well as haunted yet aggressive. Overall, the band reminded something of a cross between Mission of Burma's fusion of noise and post-punk and Sonic Youth in moments of frenetic, headlong pacing. Clearly when naming the band Gangcharger, its members had the music they would make in mind.

Last Night: The Prids at Larimer Lounge
Overcasters (Tom Murphy)

Though down its usual flood of visual imagery, Overcasters filled in

that gap with a set that seemed more tight and inspired than I remember

even when the band played in New Jersey and New York. The act opened

with the sparkling "Expect the Worst," followed oddly enough by "Hey

Hope," which made me wonder if it was a playful set list joke. The third and fourth songs, which were relatively new, sound like Overcasters have picked up where they left off with Revolectrocution, taking its core sound of swirling, atmospheric, electrifying

dynamics in interesting directions. There were two songs I didn't recognize right

away, and those turned out to be "One Kind" and "Loudsea." I don't know if the songs

are played differently now, or if the parts were changed slightly, or if

the band is just plain tighter after its series of out of town gigs, but

those two songs sounded more fully realized than ever, with a greater

degree of coloring and shading. The set ended, as usual, with

"Electrocution," fitting since not much could follow that blazing, joyful apocalypse

of a song.

Last Night: The Prids at Larimer Lounge
the Prids (Tom Murphy)

Apparently if you have any roots in moody post-punk, you're supposed to

be a miserable band playing depressing music. The Prids completely

demolished such foolish notions by proving that much of that kind of

music comes from a need to inspire yourself through catharsis.

The outfit opened with an invigorating performance of "Back Up Slow" and never really never let up its visceral momentum. During "Like Hearts," I

was impressed with how passionately David Frederickson and Mistina

Keith dug into their respective instruments, buoyed by Joey Maas'

relentless, tom-heavy, percussion. I'm not sure I've seen the Prids

perform a better version of "Before We Are," and even during the languid

and sentimental "Love Zero," there was an intensity to the performance

that simmered rather than bursting forth as the rest of the

set had. The band treated us to three new songs, including "Waste Our Time,"

which deftly alternated between blocks of sound and the usual fluid

sweep of the band's songwriting, "I'll Wait" with its beautiful belltone

bass intro, and "It Won't Show," featuring an incredible shimmering riff

within a riff on the part of Frederickson. The set ended with "One

Thousand Five," a UFO-lift-off sound of a drone that seemed to lift the

band away. Instead the Prids decided to do a two-song encore of "Contact"

and "All That You Want," bringing to close what was a remarkable show all around, with the Prids

proving once again why it's a formidable and inspiring energetic live


Personal Bias: I love atmospheric music that can create cool color moods without being a bummer.

Random Detail: John Nichols of Overcasters was wearing a cool Scott Walker t-shirt.

By the Way: The Prids had ouija boards for sale that featured the band's artwork.

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