The radio show at MIT was simply a blast, quite literally. We drove directly into some weird University catacombs from the highway and loaded gear into a tiny radio studio through the cafeteria entrance, played a blistering 40 minute set that was recorded for radio broadcast and loaded the van back up; on our way back to NYC. It really seems much like a sonic induced daydream now.
Beautiful venue and stellar show in Brooklyn at the Bell House - Silver Summit opened, Wovenhand closing it down and White Hills as the straight bonding agent in what was going on this ear-delicious sandwich. Proper backstage where lots of backslapping and laughter was ringing out among the prairie fire shots and the bustub of rolling rock. At this point all the bands have their sets down to artful explosions, throwing down the brew in the first few minutes and slowly adding all the ingredients until a masterful mix of beats and bombs comes raining down on the audience by close of the set. My first time seeing Silver Summit left me with a feeling of dark happiness - the kind when anticipation comes by turns through tension and excitement. This band does not disappoint in it's delivery of soothing and beautiful vocals over eerie and psych cannons of swelling authentic songs. Many turns of drum and string later we all heaved our stuff out of the club for what would be the 2nd to last time, although we didnt know it yet.
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