Black Heart Procession

Funny, but not too long ago, indie rock scribes were debating over Black Heart Procession's “goth-ness”. Of course, that was the late ‘90s, the height of the pre-commodity indie rock (remember how mind-blowing it was to see The Flaming Lips on the cover of Magnet?) But indie rock was actually pretty damned rippin’ back then, back when The Shins were still called Flake Music and Devendra was still a teenager. Near the top of the heap was Black Heart Procession, a group of San Diegans who seemed to avoid sunlight and play dark, Nick Cave-y rock music more suited for our soggy terrain than the sunny SoCal they called home. Their latest album, Six, feels like a summation of all that made them great back in the day—the grim, romantically distressed tone of their first three albums meshed with the bright, pop songsmithery of Amore del Tropico and The Spell. With Bellini, El Olio Wolof. BRIAN J. BARR

Wed., Nov. 11, 8 p.m., 2009

 
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