|Photos by Craig Hlavaty|
At 1 a.m. Thursday (aka this morning), we peddled under IH-35 to the Music Gym to catch
some Psychedelic Horseshit inside. Their fractured and jagged lo-fi pop
is a schizophrenic mash of freak-folk and electric expanse. The
Columbus, Ohio, band played musical instruments, with the bassist going
back and forth between drums and saxophone. In the middle of their set,
lead singer Matt received a call on his cellphone and abruptly left the
room - the band had lost its car keys and AAA was on the line.
Tundra is the electro pseudonym of British music producer Ben Jacobs.
He has been releasing albums and singles under that moniker for close
to a decade now. The diminutive noise maven dialed up plinky beds of
synth and yelped in his airy falsetto like a one-man Of Montreal under
the venue's white outdoor patio.
And a robot was there