For the first Swans tour in 13 years, one question is pressing: Will they return to the sludgy, deafening abyss-sucking misanthropy of their early years, or will they float on the hazy, sexually frustrated quasi-folk-mystic tip, like frontman Michael Gira has been doing the last decade (via his Angels of Light and even the fantastic new Swans reunion record, My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky)? Well, noiseniks, rejoice. Reports from local bands who share neighboring practice spaces with the Swans say that the band is loud, oppressively loud, terrifyingly loud, so fucking loud. One rock band who practices nearby couldn’t even hear their own rehearsal while Swans were at work. Another band actually knocked on the band’s door and told them to keep it down. In short, this is going to be massive beyond massive. And the fact that it’s occurring at Brooklyn Masonic Temple, frequently described as the “loudest venue in Brooklyn,” means that innards will be melted, asses will be vibrated from chairs, and the masons should really check that joint for structural damage come Saturday.
Fri., Oct. 8, 8 p.m., 2010