If you had a tough time in high school, you probably listened to at least one band composed of sad pallid bastards with loud guitars and dance-y bass. This wayward blogger spent an entire six months listening exclusively to the Joy Division discography before New Order pulled him out of his Dark Night of the Soul.
Thanks Downingtown.
Grim as my adolescence may have been, A Place to Bury Strangers probably had a worse time; through some unholy alchemy they formed a band melding post-punk, shoegaze and noise rock. If you haven’t heard those genres, back off: you might be too well adjusted for this scene, man. On the off chance you get down with The My Bloody Valentines or the Jessie and Marty Chain, APBS might be the look.
These are serious young men with seriously loud guitars and probably an undiagnosed case of Acute Doom (this is an actual prognosis, I swear). Scope ‘em at The Bishop this Wednesday. Tickets are just 14 bones at the door, but if you haven’t the bones to spare, you can pay $12 in advance. Get there at 9:30 p.m. to groove to Grooms’ jangly gloom. Wear black or at least a jean jacket with Morrissey on the back.
