Music

Brain-Cave the Third: Night Two

Story by Teo J. Babini - teo@citizenbrooklyn.com Photos by Icarus Blake
Cat Martino Photo © Icarus Blake

Cat Martino Photo © Icarus Blake

We’re tired and hungover still, but we’re back with open minds and hearts of gold, ready to drink from the creative springs. Mother Earth smiles upon those who follow the wind.

Cat Martino (Musical Minimalism at its Best):

Almost timid, the set began with a little tech trouble. She took it in stride and started building a beat with some whispery vocal loops. Angelic voices echoing in the dark chambers of my mind. The percussionist’s geometric tattoo sleeve was like a glowing chameleon in the stage-light, making rattle snake noises from the desert, and moving like one with eyes closed. Meanwhile, projected pygmies exhaled clouds of smoke in the background and clouds moved across plateaus. By the third song she was really movin’ to his beats on the big drum. Beauty and pain piercing through the vocals, a cacophony of intimate thoughts. Orangutans with headaches on the screen. In the end, she really let her voice go, shaking my foundation with atmospheric rewind. The final song somehow brought my mind to Wong Kar-Wai’s “Fallen Angels” with an earth shattering finish, and I quote: “Then, we’re gonna drink heavily”.

A Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

A Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

A Bunch of Dead People (Bury the Living, and Wake the Deceased):
My man Ruben took to the stage in the Frank funeral special. This was the debut of his solo project, and it was the first time he’d been nervous for a show in about ten years. Watchin’ the guy on stage is like watching demons give birth, devil dance moves with maniacal expressions. Eyes closed, smiling into the mic like he was making love to it (he even cut his lip on its sweetness). Just sweatin’ and sheddin’ layers as he carried on. This was the first time I could sing along to the songs, as I had little sneak preview in Pennsylvania over the weekend.  “Cool Mom” is a particular favorite of mine. The cat knows his way around music and this is clear in the variety of instruments present at various point on stage. The final song got my blood flowin’ and my hairs standing on end with howlin’ and screaming like a wolf to the moon. During the final breakdown, he ducked down in some kind of musical madness, crouched and leanin’ on the padded walls of his surround sounds, and I quote: “Suit was a bad idea, you look good though”.

Salt Cathedral Photo © Icarus Blake

Salt Cathedral Photo © Icarus Blake

Salt Cathedral (Secret Meeting):
Giant shadows filled the projection screen. She sings like each note is her last breath, convulsing in lyrical ecstasy. The stage goes dark,  while thunder shine on the screen. Her voice rings as though through mountains and streams in Ireland. A prayer perhaps to the pagan nature gods of old. Then the drums pick up strong, the entire band is unable to be still. An explosion of energy. When she tells them to “keep calling” they dance like shamans around a secret flame in the deep night of the forest. Projected ghosts mimicking their motion. Tribal clap and sharp voice control. The drum and bass break had me trippin’, and I quote: “We’re Metallica, Slayer’s playin’ next”.

Lemonade Photo © Icarus Blake

Lemonade Photo © Icarus Blake

Lemonade (Triple Threat):
Sounds from the outer rings. Stand-up e-drums, embodiment of sound. The next song had a loop reminiscent of the Islamic call to prayer as it emanates out from every corner of every city. They carried on the electronic vibes and deep bass. Next track brought a little 80’s synth into the mix. The fans were there in full force, groovin’ like it wasn’t their first rodeo. UFOs were landing all across the stage. Echoing along a steady rhythm.

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY For Earth (Noise to the People):
A wave of sound crashes over the audience. It’s so thick it feels like you’re swimming in it. Trance-like. Hindered only by a brief moment of technical difficulties. The next song sounded like the inter-workings of the divine machine. Some kind of angelical intervention. Next came the serious drums, the kinda drums you wanna here at midnight. The final words, like a fond goodbye. A waterfall against crystals. Vocal trance. The room felt even fuller than it was. VERY LOUD!

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. viewz (Goodnight Brain-Cave):
Heavy drums and cave amplification.  The blue dressed redhead has a  hidden jazz voice, I fell in love with it. It got real funky, on some hot feet. A little bit of horns brings me home, now it’s gettin’ seriously jazzy. She’s got a voice you could really walk the line. Alarming brass that brings to the end of a cool loosey. He strokes the MPC like it is a baby grand, handheld.  Ruben starts breakdancing with Allen, backstage acrobats.

And in the end, it feels like traveling through dreams. Check me out tomorrow, more to come.

Photo © Icarus Blake

Photo © Icarus Blake

Cat Martino Photo © Icarus Blake

Cat Martino Photo © Icarus Blake

Cat Martino Photo © Icarus Blake

Cat Martino Photo © Icarus Blake

Cat Martino Photo © Icarus Blake

Cat Martino Photo © Icarus Blake

Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

A Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

A Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

A Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

A Bunch of Dead People Photo © Icarus Blake

Photo © Icarus Blake

Photo © Icarus Blake

Salt Cathedral Photo © Icarus Blake

Salt Cathedral Photo © Icarus Blake

Lemonade Photo © Icarus Blake

Lemonade Photo © Icarus Blake

Lemonade Photo © Icarus Blake

Lemonade Photo © Icarus Blake

Lemonade Photo © Icarus Blake

Lemonade Photo © Icarus Blake

Billy McRoids Photo © Icarus Blake

Billy McRoids Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

HOORAY for Earth Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

j. Viewz Photo © Icarus Blake

One Response to “Brain-Cave the Third: Night Two”

  1. linnea says:

    ciao 🙂

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