Night Beats, Mystery Lights, Vanilla Whale

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Raven Tower says
Pegstar Presents:

Buy Tickets: http://www.stubwire.com/t/f443k763

Ticket Prices:
$10.00 Advance
$12.00 Day of Show
$13.00 Box Office

This show is All Ages

Artists
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Headliner
- Night Beats
Opener
- Mystery Lights
- Vanilla Whale

Description
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Danny Lee Blackwell - guitar / vocals
Jakob Bowden - bass
James Traeger - drums

Night Beats play pure psychedelic R&B music that spikes the punch and drowns your third eye in sonic waves of colour. Theirs is a bastard blues, contorted and distorted into new shapes for 21st century wastoids - once tasted never forgotten. This is music to melt your sorry little minds.

Make no mistake: their new album Who Sold My Generation sounds like it has been created against a backdrop of burning Stars and Stripes flags and with the whiff of napalm hanging in the air - an alternative universe where ‘Helter Skelter' is the national anthem and Charlie Manson is still on the loose. Acid-test heaviness is Night Beats' currency, but this is no out-right nostalgia trip either. Instead of Nixon and Vietnam, Night Beats have their own epoch of God and guns and bombs and drones to rail against…or flee from. Besides, bad vibrations, blues jams and id-shattering explorations are timeless pursuits - why shouldn't today's young generation be allowed to take a ride down the slippery spiral that sits within the centre of each of us?

Recorded on old two-inch tape in Echo Park, Los Angeles at the home of producer Nic Jodoin and featuring co-production and guess bass playing from Robert Levon Been of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, new album Who Sold My Generation goes beyond merely being a retreading of well-worn garage / R&B path. Instead it offers a contemporary take on the psychedelic experience, a heady set of hoodoo voodoo songs. Mordant and corrosive opener ‘Celebration #1' sets the tone with its wailing guitar jams and Messiah-like monologue, while ‘No Cops' makes like the imaginary soundtrack to an orgiastic party somewhere in the LA hills as the summer of love gave way to an era of greed and paranoia. ‘Sunday Mourning' is the sound of blood dripping on the twitching remains of a generation's super ego and with a rockabilly strut, ‘Egypt Berry' chases the White Rabbit down into a cosmic underworld while shaking its burning tail feathers

With new Who Sold My Generation, Night Beats have not only painted it black, they've torched the fucker and driven it off the cliff, crashing and burning into the arid canyon below.
In its afterglow only the lone howl of a solitary coyote remains.

Ben Myers. October 2015.
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By: Raven Tower

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