A Place to Bury Strangers

Tuesday, February 26

When I first heard "To Fix the Gash in Your Head"—an ode to

ultraviolence that sounds like the Jesus and Mary Chain playing

speedcore while strapped to a missile—on the radio one Sunday, my

immediate thought was: Risky! Good on you, DJ! The critical popularity

of Brooklyn trio A Place to Bury Strangers is happily perplexing—since

when did unvarnished aggression like "I want to beat you in/I'll make

you feel my sorrow" become KEXP-approved? Which leads me to my second

question: What's the crowd going to be like at this show? Hopefully,

something like the mix of Motorhead fans, Goths, dance-music

aficionados, LSD enthusiasts, and gear geeks who rocked out together

at Mouse on Mars' last Chop Suey gig. Musicians who bridge the gap

like they and APTBS do are few and far between, but they're rightfully

banking that most everyone's got a dark side. With the Purrs. RACHEL SHIMP

Listen to a sample of A Place to Bury Stranger's "Ocean."

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Tue., Feb. 26, 8 p.m., 2008

 
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