Live: Pocahaunted and Sleep Over Prove to Be Too Much for the New Fans at Glasslands
News flash: Glasslands has installed high-powered fans. Instead of reveling in your and your neighbors' funk, the club has done you a solid. Maybe now we won't leave every show completely drenched? That's what we thought, anyway, when we first stepped into the Kent Ave. club on Saturday night for Sleep Over from Austin, TX and Pocahaunted from Los Angeles, two bands that work in a similar musical vein, though they affect the audience in very different ways. While Sleep Over's reverb-drenched harmonies and swelling crescendos inspire wanderlust and even a zen-like mindset, Pocahaunted make hard, funky, psychedelic music that people actually seem inclined to dance to. The fans whirred and were effective for half of Sleep Over's set; by the time Pocahaunted took the stage, the room was filled and it was back to your standard steamy rock club summer show. At least all the sweating makes you feel like you're a part of something?
New fans at Glasslands. All photos by Georgia Kral. Sleep Over was coma-inducing, in a sort of good, tripped-out way
See what we mean?
Sleep Over is a band made up of all women: perhaps the majorly dude-heavy crowd isn't surprising.
The three front women of Pocahaunted all wear face paint in order to up their tribal appeal. It works.
Yes, that's a skeleton hanging from her frets.
Fingers. (At certain points they sounded very Doors-ian. This is an L.A. band, afterall.)
Old people! That's when you know a band has appeal.
Two-sides of a penny: Sleepy and content. Bitingly alive!
Not sure if this guy was in ecstasy because of Pocahaunted, or his girlfriend.
Inspired hand waving.
The Pocahaunted drummer wrote "FREE WEEZY" on his chest.
They danced their way all the way to the floor during their last song, "U.F.O."
This is Glasslands, afterall, so here's the always insistent doorman yelling at smokers and revelers to "Get up against the wall or you will get a ticket!" Woah, buddy.
Taking a breather.