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If you?ve never been to CRYS?drummer Joey Shepherd AKA Klaus Dingersghost, AKA gracious hostbabe?s house, Monday night was the night to do it. Acid punk art-shaman aesthetics take the two main rooms into stately pleasure dome status, plenty of summer babes and teenage lust brokers, and a weed haze no doubt brought on by the lure of Heavy Times?and Blasted Canyons?recent psych punk internet hype blur via righteous touring paths. Pair that with fresh springtime vibes and a nice hash glaze and you?ve got a recipe for the first show at yr new favorite venue.

My intentions were to get their early to catch CRYS red handed in the middle of an obsessively swamped-out demon-kraut pulse but by the time I had arrived, front-spazz Jacob Gardner was already sweating his way through the crowd to inform me they had already played. Okay, fine. I?m going home and listening to Pale Blue Eyes and staring at my Mitch Duncan poster. Wait a minute, Blasted Canyons are playing, Heavy times are playing, there are ascetic summery youth filling the yard and a sexy drug haze over the whole mess? I?m not going anywhere.

So, Heavy Times. Theyre from Chicago. Have you heard of them? Shit, do you have the internet or listen to music? In case you?re like me and don?t pay your internet bill, this was a real treat. HT blasted through a set of loose n poppy punk jammers with just enough grime and an undertow of longhair riff mastery.

Mitch "the Witch" Duncan and his Way Long Gone Bros Arkestra toasting out on a wild jam

Okay, so now things are heating up and the place smells like zucchini bread (???) and weed. There are old men, young women, friends from out of town, mopeds, dream catchers and frying pans. This is a departure from yr cold academic promoter run hyped out $$$$ shows. This is a return to magick. This is a return to childlike storytelling and mystery. A new pirate utopian island in the blanched onion and bully-god hype machine sea.

While I was checking out Blasted Canyon?s Merch table (which included the slickest most righteous Castle Face Records flexi-disc art book!!), I heard BC start to blast off. OKAY. So I have listened to their LP and was admittedly expecting a dose of Western mind-expanse reverb worship. What I could hear/see live though was much more textured but somehow giddy and irreverent. BC?s members switched instruments frequently adding sometimes vast song difference but with enough obvious common ground to suggest some sort of art punk song cycle. Not like art punk as in a DNA or Pere Ubu obsessed pizza delivery guy but like, art as in colorful paint and subtle explorations.? I am glad I got to see the two touring bands but I was super stoked to see both CRYS and Learner Dancers? freshly-home-from-tour, post-bicker dynamics. Yes, I myst CRYS and no, I DID NOT SEE ALL OF LEARNER DANCER. THIS IS WHAT I THINK I SAW/SMELLED/HEARD:?

Man in ghost sheet making percussion and movement, patchouli and body odor, hair, WEED ENERGY, wild abandon and confidence from sharing the road with Crybrothers, (I ASSUME, although could just be the mystical life affirming death contemplation of their songs). Unfortunately, as soon as they ripped into a time-numbing Floydian death surf, my sleep desperate head took me on a walk toward home to get ready for ?bed".?

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