Saturday Night: Swans at Fitzgerald's

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Photos by Abrahan Garza
September 15, 2012

Swans will be the loudest show I will see this year, and the loudest show I will ever witness at Fitzgerald's. It wasn't until halfway through their set, sometime in the middle of the half-hour pummeling of "The Seer" that I realized I had a pair of earplugs in the car. By then the sound in the venue was less aural and more a full body massage.

Funny, most of the Swans reviews that I had read previous to this show used the word "pummel" or "pummeling" in some form. It seems like a misnomer considering the band's legacy. Using the terms "loud" seems almost sarcastic.

Swans' Saturday-night set, with the polarizing Xiu Xiu on hand as direct support, would last nearly two and a half hours, span only seven songs, and leave the audience feeling like they had just spent their evening inside a steel mill.

Led by the eloquently aggressive madman Michael Gira, Swans are touring behind The Seer, a brutish new collection of songs -- movements, really -- that signal a new invigoration in the Swans camp.

2010's "comeback" effort My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky recast the Swans brand for a new generation of listeners while also bewitching old-schoolers who were there for their seminal Holy Money and Children of God in the mid-'80s.

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The show began with Gira hushing the cameras of the "kittens" and "babies" in the crowd, whose cellphones rose right when he and the rest of the Swans circa 2012 hit the stage. He would alternately call us kittens and babies throughout the night, when we could make out any words through the rumble.

Much is made about the ferocity of Swans and Gira, but those people forget about the intricacies and layers being constructed onstage outside of him.

That included the mad-scientist work of percussionist Thor Harris, sketching with sound and tones the way he does with paint and words, and collaborating with drummer Phil for rapid-fire tribal beatings. Christoph Hahn did disturbing things with a lap steel.

Elder Swans member Norman Westberg on guitar -- he's been with Gira since 1982 -- seemingly disappeared into the wash, yet added another patina of noise to Gira's heavenly mess.

The MVP of the night seemed to be bassist Chris Pravdica, who would break a string not even five minutes into the proceedings. His interplay with Gira's guitar was something fearsome.

Lest anyone think this was a night for darkness, this quote from Gira a few months ago during a Pitchfork interview puts a Swans show in perspective.

"People always consider us to be very dour and depressing, but fuck that shit. The goal is ecstasy, but I don't want to make some sort of saccharine pop music," he said.

I wasn't depressed on Saturday; if anything I was elated.

"I want to make something that's completely uncompromising: the best possible music ever made," he added.

(He also seemed to describe a kinship with none other than Bruce Springsteen later in the piece, which makes a disgusting amount of sense, to be honest.)

The closest we would get to pop music on Saturday would have been "Coward" from 1986's Holy Money.

During the rest of the set, you had to be attentive to every moving part onstage to get the full story. From my vantage point on the balcony I could watch pieces swell and retract. It was like watching a team weld together an installation piece.

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2706 White Oak, Houston, TX

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Best show of the year. Ecstasy and transformation were what I came for -- ecstasy and transformation were what I got. (Yeah, I wussed out and bought ear plugs before the show. And stood at the front. Because f**k it. I'm a 55-year-old woman. Michael Gira is 58. If he can take it, so can I.) 

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Mon Ica

This was a great loud ass show.


It was a fantastic feat of endurance. Quite a bit different than the set I caught early last year at Mohawk which still seemed to hold somewhat closer to an Angels of Light performance. Gotta love a band that seems to delight in exhausting the audience physically. One doesn't get that very often. Perhaps the reason why Xiu Xiu was on the bill was to provide us a modicum of mental fatigue.


If you ever see me at a show in Houston, I have about 10-20 pairs with me so noone has to buy them!

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 @Smedley I am glad I ran up to the balcony before show time. I wouldn't have made it otherwise.


 @craig.hlavaty  @Smedley 

No way!  I was off to the left at the beginning and finished out strong smack in the middle.  A show for the ages, for sure!


 @craig.hlavaty  @Smedley I was on the floor 10 feet back from Gira, I had to find refuge in the balcony which oddly enough turned what was an aural onslaught of ear shattering sound into a more brain rattling sound. Really glad I was able to witness that.

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