UPDATED: Friday Night: The Wiggins, Wicked Poseur, etc. at Walters

Categories: Aftermath

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Photos by Nathan Smith
The Wiggins
UPDATED (Monday, 11:50 a.m.) to reflect proper Wicked Poseur personnel.

The Wiggins, Wicked Poseur, Fiskadoro, Hearts of Animals
Walters Houston
September 28, 2012

Four local acts, zero drummers. That was the promise of Friday night's show at Walters headlined by the Wiggins. If that sounds like a tough sell in Houston's peculiar rock landscape, take it from me: Once those guitars and sequencers get cranked up to 11, the live kick drums and crash cymbals aren't missed much.

Despite the billowing waves of distortion and a dash of techno pumped out on Friday, the musicians on display didn't fit neatly into any of the recognizable rock or dance genres that allow us fans to dismiss a bunch of music without ever hearing it.

All the night's performers might best be described as Art Rock. -- each was propelled by musical expression unbound by pop conventions or commercial concerns. It's just that, well, most art-rock isn't this loud, I don't think.

Notably, the show started off on a comparatively quieter note as Hearts of Animals' Mlee Marie Suprean took the stage. I'd seen her perform this spring for the record release show for Linus Pauling Quartet's excellent new album, Bag of Hammers, and once again I was struck by how Suprean's music sounded to me like the gentlest and most feminine grunge ever written.

Her voice drifted atop the electric currents of her guitar and backing tracks like a daisy tossed into the creek. A small crowd of early birds gathered around her campfire-style, soaking up the sweetly sung folk songs of a people and place that only exist inside of Suprean.

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Things took a darker turn next as Fiskadoro plugged in. From bandleader Richard Kimball's all-black attire to the band's strange synth lines and upsetting news samples describing the American Nazi Party, the more unsettling aspects of the group's sound and image stood out in sharp relief after Hearts of Animals' set.

Kimball moaned repeated lyrics over grim techno beats as the band cranked up. The weird keys and guitar sounds coming out of the group's amps melded with the ultra-wet vocals in the first half of the performance to produce a rather unpleasant, dystopian racket that bounced madly off the brick walls of the old building.

The heavy fog of doom did lift a bit at the end of the set, as Fiskadoro intro'd their final song with some warm island riddims that segued nicely into a distressed dance-pop beat that reminded me of a well-loved, worn-out old Madonna cassette. It was highly tantalizing, especially after the more agonized beginning of their set.

Location Info


Walters Downtown

1120 Naylor, Houston, TX

Category: Music

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no longer Suprean.  that is not my last name.  just Mlee Marie, thanks!

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