In Concert: Low

The first of five concerts in seven days (thanks to the moron -moi- who plans my life).

Moody and turgid and layered and dense and quite lovely. Just as on their albums. You picture them holed up in their house in Minnesota over the long winters, depressing each other with these dark, deep sounds.

Openers:

Charlie Parr: Really enjoyable. Accompanied by a washboard player. Bluesgrass / folk. Storyteller.

Lonely, Dear: Bizarre.