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On Saturday, April 23rd, Cinefamily and Cinespia in conjuction with MOCA’s Art in the Streets project presented at the Natural History Museum an advance screening of Werner Herzog’s new film shot in 3-D, Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Herzog himself was in attendance to answer audience questions about the film. Dublab and Mastodon Mesa were on [...]

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Perhacs had taken us up to angelic heights, and it’s hard to compete with heaven—but Friedman seemed to think that it’s better to laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.

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The new Nite Jewel album is called Am I Real? It sounds very unreal or surreal, but perhaps it’s actually hyperreal, a new way of describing reality using knobs and dials and powerstrips in a way that’s dreamy and a little bit new age. This is how Ramona Gonzalez communes with technology. For her, it’s like being in nature, on a philosophical quest. This interview by Daiana Feuer.

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My friend remarked that their sound reminded him of early “Being Boiled” Human League. The crowd was mesmerized and moved to dancing, no small feat in Los Angeles. Songs like “Love Comes Close” and “Cebe And Me” were broken down to their basic elements, delivered with an iceflow of synth-waves and just enough sunlight to cast a shadow The brevity of Cold Cave’s set definitely left you wanting more—not to be greedy. Their jubilant brand of gloom was fitting for an evening that brought the first winter rain.

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Nite Jewel stands built of bass, drum machine and synths, converting the heat of the crowd into energy as they go nuclear without all the messier consequence of things like mutant babies. The rhythms and melodies here are vaguely Afro-Cuban; humid white man’s funk in a world of—at best—grey and at worst, light beige. Ramona Gonzalez’s and Emily Jane’s voices float over the fringes and their beats descend like visitors from planets much more interesting than this one.

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It’s nice, easy, and recommended for all folks to zone out with Cave’s 30-minute jams. If only the band’s MySpace page background could follow them around, spiraling neon colors out of sounds and frequencies, and so could we engage the ideal psychedelic lifestyle, in which a blink of an eye might transport us to an outer-space beach blanket with Sun Ra. This interview by Daiana Feuer.

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