Braids - Glasslands - 8/26/13

Categories: Last Night

Photo: Dale W. Eisinger
Better Than: Huffing Ether while reading old Facebook messages.

Braids straight up tricked us. In 2010, when the Canadian cloud-rock quartet properly debuted in America, they were the toast of CMJ, playing at least one notable show at Cakeshop, another mellifluous set at Bowery Ballroom, and a handful of others that, if not beguiling, displayed they could deliver swirling, technically adept, layered art rock that disoriented with sky-high synth and harmony as much as it pummeled with melodic, thudding percussion--expectations were raised, and promptly met, following the US release of 2011's Native Speaker, to be another band fusing the dripping howls of Animal Collective and the tooled songwriting of Grizzly Bear. Yet bucking those expectations became their forte, if not immediately by twists of their own established formula, than certainly with the release of this year's electronic-focused, glitch-heavy, and moody Flourish // Perish LP. Braids dosed our drinks for a rock show to keep us lit for the after party.

So seeing Braids (now, fittingly to the name, a trio) last night at Brooklyn's Glasslands for the first time since those 2010 shows was an expectation of a letdown, a burnout of sorts. They juked so hard and somewhat unexpectedly--even considering the In Kind/Amends EP from this year--that the spectacular live show could have suffered at the hands of establishing their own identity. This was simply not the case.

Opener Headaches, the solo project of Landon Spears, appeared on stage wearing a Converge shirt and with two laptops; the name was apt. But he dove into somewhat compelling glitch-house speckled with hip-hop blasts and Latin polyrhythms for a sustained 40-minute set. It started out energetic and tried to stay there. Some of the crowd obliged. But, without a breath, it felt too insistent to open for what was to come. The constant four-on-the-floor bass pattern steamrolled us. This actually was the after party opening for the main event. Not that it was bad in any sense of the word--it was just better suited for a Mister Sunday than a downplayed Monday.

Braids took the stage with charming, almost embarrassing humility. Surely they must know how technically adept they are. Opener "Amends" immediately displayed the chops this band has tightened in the five years since forming: Taylor Smith playing various synth and bass loops through an electric mallet instrument on one hand while tooling with filters on the other; Austin Tufts replicating the beats so precisely on samplers and a gorgeous, natural-finish kit; and Raphaelle Standell-Preston, the central strand of Braids, flexing her voice in enchanting ways, all the while manipulating her own vocals. There's hardly anything for the viewer to interact with. There's much more for the listener to take in.

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