In a year when the Internet is treating mushy, homebrewed goop like the new E chord, Gary War remains one of New York's best-kept secrets. A krautnoise terrorist with a psych-rocker's acid-soaked heart, Gary War mashes synthesizers together into monolithic swirls—an R. Stevie Moore-style, basement-bred gluesniffer huffin' a bag fulla Tangerine Dreams. And you can see him today for free! With guitar-drone kingpin Tom Carter and... More >>>