Black Moth Super Rainbow at Fine Line, 5/13/13

Categories: Last Night

Photo by Erik Hess
Black Moth Super Rainbow
with the Hood Internet and Oscillator Bug
Fine Line Music Cafe
Monday, May 13, 2013

You can dress up the sound of Pittsburgh's Black Moth Super Rainbow with any sort of fancy micro-genre you choose and it will never be correct. Neo-stoner rock, electro-psychedelia, the list could go on and on, but it is the sound of one thing: drugs. BMSR is what drugs sound like. This isn't a bad thing necessarily, and Monday's show at the Fine Line was like an hour-long acid trip, if acid was something you smoked. If that makes any sense, and likely, it shouldn't. Like that statement two sentences ago, the band should be taken at face value and not dissected any further, though that's not an easy task given the deceptive complexity of most of the work and song structures that beg for questions to be asked. Monday didn't make anything more clear, but it certainly made things more fun.

Opening the set with the narcotic, buzzy "Hairspray Heart" from last year's Cobra Juicy, the band set the tone of the evening early on, creating an atmosphere that lulled the crowd into a mental haze with the psychedelic riffs and ominous noise floating in waves from the stage, lead singer Tobacco (born Thomas Fec) sing-speaking the lyrics through a Vocoder, while at the same time that noise commanded everyone to dance (or at least sway a bit.)


Photos by Erik Hess

The band dug their heels in for good a couple of songs later with "Windshield Smasher," with its almost -- almost -- pop sensibilities obscured by a Rhodes organ riff that was threaded throughout. "Dark Bubbles" and "Tooth Decay" followed soon after, and the crowd by this point was in full on stupor mode, brought on by what was likely a combination of auditory stimulation and endorphin rush from the manic, discombobulated dancing that was taking place throughout the club.

There was film that played over the course of the night on the back wall of the stage, as well, most of which looked like found footage, all of it designed to make you feel various levels of uncomfortable, it seemed. At one point a nearly 10-minute clip of a cooling tower from a nuclear plant belched steam into the bright summer sky as a child's swing drifted slowly in the breeze in the foreground. The band moved very little over the course of the night, save for some head bobs, and barely acknowledged the crowd -- unsurprising given the intentionally misleading, semi-secretive nature of the band.

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