Mountainnsss, MTNS, Mountainss—I am pointing out Mtns' various name options so you understand they could be lurking closer than you think—and let me tell you, you don't want to miss having your skull shattered/face melted/noise needs fulfilled just because you weren't sure if it was the correct Mtns.
Such a name could be perceived as serene and folkie, but that would be incorrect, thankfully. Mtns is precise chaos. Abrupt spikes, deep, witchy droning, LOUD EVERYTHING. Their latest release, All Songs Are Spells (currently available as a tape on Trench Art, official LP release slated for sometime in 2013) lures listeners into a house made of candy before paralyzing them and stuffing them into an oven—blaring entropy finds screeching, satisfying organization.
W/ Pony Time, Wasted USA, Constant Lovers // free // 8pm