All in Review
Schwab has been on a roll this year. Emerging early last semester, the three-piece immediately settled into a unique sound and have remained an exciting voice of the mellow Wesleyan indie scene ever since. It’s tough to name any sort of genre for the music Schwab makes, and it’s a massive testament to their music that no list of sound-a-like bands spring to mind. Schwab are doing their own thing, and they do it well.
Are you suffering from a textbook case of Post-Concert Depression after Thursday night’s Girlpool show? Were you wondering what could be better than an Aural Wes review to let you relive said show? Did you also come up with the answer of TWO Aural Wes reviews for the previous question? Put away the ice cream and read on for a better cure to that PCD than Netflix has been providing you.
Drawn inside to escape the bitter chill, nobody was left cold in the company of Phatrabbit, Murdertones, and Rachel Connor's Photo Show at Art House on Saturday night.
At Alpha Delta Phi this past Friday, Gabriel Garzon-Montano, Don Froot, and Rui Barbosa graced Wesleyan with three incredibly talented performances.
Let's Party Hats! Hats! Hats! formed back in 2012 and has since then released two EPs, Pain Hurts and Let's Party Hats! Hats! Hats! which just dropped on Thursday. Self-described as "three friends having fun getting mad in Connecticut", the band comprising of Adam Johnson ('14), Sean Winnik ('14), and Nate Repasz ('14) lives up to the description with their spontaneous garage-punky sound.
A string of Christmas lights and a bare bulb lit the basement in a soft glow. Everyone swayed together, shoulders brushing and feet occasionally tapping rhythm onto others. We were packed together so tightly that we couldn’t have disentangled ourselves if we’d wanted to. It was May, the last night of the semester, and the steady indie-rock of all-caps LADD was surging out of a dusty corner.
Killer Bob is not an accessible band. In fact, in front of a small but animated crowd of experimental music enthusiasts at Music House on Friday, it oftentimes felt like they specifically went out of their way not to be accessible. Their lead vocalist and guitarist, aptly named (you guessed it!) Bob, doesn’t sing so much as urgently repeat barely audible words into the microphone. Their music, which can fairly accurately be described as modern day Swans on meth, ranges from trance inducing to downright cacophonous, and sometimes makes the transition between the two in a matter of seconds.
