By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
Difficulty was, everything was noise: Anthony Burdin's installation locked Melvins and Destroyer records in a barbed-wire hut. Speakers screeched woozy chopped-but-not-screwed bits of Led Zep and Doors too loud, and bled under the weight of terrifying all the elderly gallery rats and twitchy tourists accidentally wandering in. Next door, Sonic Youth renegade Jim O'Rourke's Door video-art soundfuck reimagined LaMonte Young's Dream House via eternal shimmery-edged bell tones and muted video colors of, well, doors; most of those same (but now warier) older auditors waited confused by the entrance, thus forfeiting dreamy three-or-four-dimension (time, dude) tight-space immersion in O'Rourke's layered vibrations.
Around the corner a crowd gathered to trip off "JUMP," a T. Kelly Mason and Diana Thater video with cute kids skipping rope to different live-band takes of "Subterranean Homesick Blues"; they had trouble keeping time on the stodgy whiskey-lurch of a George Thorogoodstyle rendition, but locked up almost martially when the band did it hip-hop.
On deck, the Melvins play live on May 17: Here's hoping they get their record back.