
I wrote this as an Up and Coming but we ran out of space. But, through boundless "tubes," it lives on:
We're going to need about three neon signs. Make it nine. And make sure they're all glowing hot before you yank those fuckers out of the wall. Try and bring the light socket with you. Now, smash the ends on the floor 'till the bright caustic neon begins dripping out. Set it free--spin and whip that shit out into a big color and glass shard rainstorm. Let's all get covered in it. Dance and shake so fast your vision looses definition and the only things left are blurs, scent, sound and mistaken feel. And that, my dear friends, is a physical approximation of Ponytail, a hot-shit new group of youngsters from Baltimore. Driven by animal fast drums, they are certainly a visceral bunch. The buzzy, swirling, spastic chaos lacks traditional pop vocals, but the addition of shouts and barks and warbles give Ponytail a leg up on colder, more detached instrumentalists. Ponytail are warm, bright and loud--like a good bubble bursting in your brain. Damaged euphoria.
Tonight: HIGH PLACES, PONYTAIL, GROUPER
(Backspace, 115 NW 5th)
Ponytail, "Beg Waves"
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