A white noise panorama of melancholy fuzz conjoined to sweet melodies at the hip is rolling in. Bass lines that throb in your veins, distant thundering drums, and ominous guitar howls that slash and bounce like light. Bobby Hecksher’s vocals alone hauntingly comfort. Listening to The Warlocks is like an out of focus capture of life that fades in and out of the vivid heartbeat of strange.
Interested in watching light revamp into live and loud sound that melts time? Or just don’t have New Year’s Eve plans? Get lost between and beyond minutes and hours with The Warlocks this tonight at The Smell.
-Margarita Castellanos