photo by Rebecca Smeyne
One of the most claustrophobic spaces in New York gets downright harrowing. First up, Dark Meat, a multi-headed psych-rock mutant that’s a cross between tent revival and bad acid trip, a big and brassy 17-member typhoon lighting up a venue that holds, like, 100 people. No less daunting are Israeli dirt-punx Monotonix, who rant and wail like Extreme Blues Explosion, assaulting audiences with flaming drums, arcing ropes of beer, and loads of too-close-for-comfort sweating. — CHRISTOPHER WEINGARTEN
P.S. We hear tonight’s thing will be over by “around 10:45.” Skip dinner and go out early!