Cosmic
by Holland1953 on 5/3/25The Van Buren - PhoenixRating: 5 out of 5If Post Rock is your shtick, than last evening's performance of GODSPEED YOU! BLACK EMPORER at the Phoenix 'Crescent Ballroom', would have scratched a big itch. This small and intimate venue is well known to me, but the 9-member Canadian band had only come to my attention via YouTube magnificence – and so, too, the experimental guitar opening act, MAT BALL.
Paraphrasing his website - Mat Ball holds the head of his guitar up against an amplifier as he picks a melancholy tune. The sound that emerges is guttural: A mighty buzz swarms up and creates a cloud around every pluck of the strings. At another point, the Montreal-based musician places his instrument’s head perpendicular to the floor, dragging it across the ground to make the sound wobble. He uses these techniques as ways of shaping the feedback from sustained guitar tones as it grows and changes.
In the front of the line to get into the auditorium, I felt a tap on my arm which was from a young man who asked if he'd seen me some evenings before at the MOGWAI gig at the Van Buren. The Phoenix music scene is certainly wonderfully eclectic.
All dedicated early birds like myself have unfettered access to the very front of the small stage – the visual aspect of the strategically laid out instruments forming a tranquil prologue.
GY!BE, as they are also known, show themselves to be masters in the aforementioned technique, their undulating cascade of guitars, bass, violin, cello and drums crashing into one focal point towards a similar cognizance as would the paintings of Rothko and Newman – their massive dimensions allowing a total immersion into a universe that has no end.
Sophie Trudeau's Violin opening, accompanied by another member on the cello very soon ascended into an interesting addition when the cellist added new dimensions to the drummer's cymbals with his bow, so, too, the careful use of two guitarists' screwdrivers' metal shaft and ribbed handles to bend the rich variation of tones.
And before we knew, it was all over – the 90+ visceral minutes sadly offering no encore.
Although loud, I eschewed the use of my earplugs for the maximum effect this music had on me – and all others. Closing my eyes and allowing my body to completely absorb the heavy billowing surges and waves of sound, my burgeoning thoughts for new paintings were busy being born.
ps - I greatly appreciated the fact that you could print out your e-ticket instead of it having been sent to the irretrievable depths of your phone.