In the colossal depths of band names, Young Widows ranks way up there on the pretty fuckin' bleak scale and this brutal and brooding Louisville, Kentucky trio wouldn't have it any other way. With a deathly aesthetic clearly mirroring its moniker, Young Widows put forth a rather diverse beast on its aptly titled third record, the pummeling, distorto riff-fest, Easy Pain. That pain YW inflicts lethally fuses the post-punk precision of fellow Kentuckians Slint with the tortured croak of Bonnie "Prince" Billy and then bathes it in AmRep-styled industrial-strength noise and Melvins-sized sludge. These Young Widows come highly recommended.
Sun., May 18, 8 p.m., 2014
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