From the bowels of unbridled mayhem comes Weasel Walter, the manic enfant terrible of the downtown scene, percussive bustle in the hedgerow to all who seek serenity now. Watch him inflict blow after merciless blow on the drum kit as his minions, trumpeter Peter Evans and guitarist Mary Halvorson, delight in the sound and fury of it all. Evans channels the primal scream of his inner demons as the bespectacled Halvorson, a lady in public but a beast on the bandstand, rends Lovecraftian walls of sound from her acoustic. Mental preparation is futile—expect something highly disturbing. With Black Pus and Matter Waves.
Fri., Jan. 27, 8 p.m., 2012
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