Hey Paige and Walkman:
Pitchfork seemed to like Black Eyes' new album, and this little blurb reminded me of your reviews of the live shows:
"Black Eyes' live show is a confounding orb of energy: two drum kits, sometimes a third percussionist, two bassists, two vocalists, and a rotation of variable instruments. To the human eye, they're a funhouse of tiny, screaming singers twitching about with the herky-jerky motion of flipbook animation. They're a D.C. five-piece that sounds like ten (or at least moves like that many), and they promote an equally convulsive squawking of rhythmic, sometimes experimental and gauzy, dubby post-punk that sits on the same sonic fence as Savage Republic and Swell Maps."
Pitchfork seemed to like Black Eyes' new album, and this little blurb reminded me of your reviews of the live shows:
"Black Eyes' live show is a confounding orb of energy: two drum kits, sometimes a third percussionist, two bassists, two vocalists, and a rotation of variable instruments. To the human eye, they're a funhouse of tiny, screaming singers twitching about with the herky-jerky motion of flipbook animation. They're a D.C. five-piece that sounds like ten (or at least moves like that many), and they promote an equally convulsive squawking of rhythmic, sometimes experimental and gauzy, dubby post-punk that sits on the same sonic fence as Savage Republic and Swell Maps."