I like dancing. I play and promote a wildly disputed genre of music wherein dancing’s the elephant in the room unless somebody snaps and starts writhing on the floor next to the stage with their shirt pulled over their head, obscuring their glasses. In the experimental stratosphere there are freaks, nerds, theatre expats, guitar teachers aplenty, with Europeans formally delegating from the top of the pile like meringue on pie…but there is no dancing. Unless the dancers are part of the performance and also double as throat singers.
Cracked Vessel makes people dance. I’ve seen it at least thrice. They urge the geeks into jumping and make even the most overdressed oyster-sipping upper-crust civilian wish they had a hula hoop.
Ben Syversen (trumpet, tunes), Xander Naylor (guitar), Jeremy Gustin (drums). Somewhere in the range of fractured balkan hardcore miasmatic sublime dissonant jazz like if Godspeed You Black Emperor played itself out on double speed over three sets of speakers simultaneously, just out of synch enough to make the white noise in your head spill out your eyes and nose and into your seltzer/beer (which you must set down because it is time to dance at this gallery space, 9 out of 10 high school geometry teachers agree). – Valerie Kuehne
