
While Ejstes danced and shook a literal fever out of his system, taking an occasional break to psych out on piano or flute (his eighth flute, says he), bassist Mattias Gustavsson rocked a fro, and a modest blue drum kit transformed into a booming hero by way of mallet. The group, modest and quiet, represented by Ejstes' constant shrug of shyness, brought peace and cool with its psychedelic folk-rock, a real feat in this tiny and stuffed black room. Also noteworthy were openers Kurt Vile and Woods, who respectively played a lovely banjo and made incense look sort of badass.
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I wasn't sure if I should see this show in Seattle next week — sold!
Hi! And of course you should see it. Dungen could jam their way out of a tunnel!
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