Wooden Indian Burial Ground never seem to run out of motivation to keep the hysteria of trembling guitar parts, thundering bass and sturdy drums alive. Their set consisted of waves of intensity, but there were moments of reprieve that kept the audience from absolutely losing their minds. Two seconds apiece. The assembly of noise provided instant transportation to an era specifically marked by acid-etched experiences. This music is inescapable once absorbed into the ear drums.
The floor was packed for And And And. Equal opportunity was allowed for head banging as well as swaying all parts of the body. Mild notes were interlaced with heavier bouts of aggression, which convinced the audience into an uproar. Each member offered personality to the stage, frequently interacting with the audience. The amount of instrument swapping was entertaining in itself, as well as the quirky remarks made.
Grandparents are not interested in existing as a band to create 3 minute pop jams perfectly sculpted for the radio. They have successfully wrote long episodes of slow cooking psychedelic melodies hinting at some shoegaze flair. For anyone familiar with My Bloody Valentine, it is easy to hear that there is a definite influence set upon their sound. Each song had a story within a story. Rustic sounds enveloped by haze swept everyone away into an altered state.
Opening up the night was Summer Cannibals. Each song played held a level of energy which was matched and exceeded as the night went on. It was obvious the band fed off the experience of playing onstage. The lead singer sang with such aggression that the actual smoothness of her voice was surprisingly pleasant. The formula used to create the music added up to a sure fire way to make fans out of the audience members who hadn’t already been previously enchanted. Their undeniably catchy sound will lead to something huge in the near future.
There are moments with amazing live performances where the listener is able to completely forget about where he or she is. It no longer matters what you did earlier that day. No one cares about the sudden shift in temperature and the consistent sweat logs that are unable to be shaken away. There is a moment when the listener is entirely present. Being able to completely take in all of the sounds, energy and visuals of the show was an accurate depiction of Saturday night at Star Theater. This was all a generous reminder of how amazing it is to be in Portland.