The beautiful, haunting choral Requiem music that gently shimmered around the hall during the intermission lulled the crowd into a deep false sense of security as the houselights dimmed and the fog machine belched forth a volcanic amount of smoke that billowed up over the stage. Quite a striking image, further enhanced by the curtain of small vertical spotlights at the front of the stage and the three huge cinematic spots to the rear, situated behind a semi-circular wall of speakers.
And on they strode, Seattle’s Drone legends, Sunn O))), two mysterious figures bedecked in long-hooded habits and without pomp or ceremony, unleashed their low rumbling, swirling, feedback driven cacophony of Drone.
Seeing the silhouetted duo, grinding out those Drone riffs to “Novae” and “Rxanlord” in their five song set, surrounded by swirling smoke and seriously atmospheric lighting created a stunning, eyrie image.
In “Butch’s Guns” and “Crank Everett” they drew up a hypnotic rumble that defies description and could only really be appreciated taking in the whole audio, visual experience.
Sunn O)))’s avant garde take huge guitar riffs is utterly unique. Nobody looks like them or sounds like them and should be experienced once in a gig lifetime.
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