SUNDAY, AUGUST 26:

Ever wondered what a near-death experience might feel like with strobe lights and blaring keyboards? Maybe like Indian Jewelry closing down an out-of-service Echo like a building collapsing in on itself after being built on an Indian burial ground. Them L.A.-via-Houston-via-who-knows? kids sure know how it’s done… The band functions as a free-forming pilgrimage traveling to some outspoken land as they actively add and subtract musicians in assorted cities as they tour. In Los Angeles, the lineup included Tex Kerschen, Erika Thrasher, and Rodney Rodriguez, plus two unidentified persons in the background. The opening tribal drone of “Pentacostal” was matched with deep beats and flickering lights, evoking the sensations of resurrected grieving spirits over some kind of ill-fated séance. “Lost My Sight,” featuring a crunching looping synth, pulsated for over seven minutes and pulverized brains in seconds. There were many points in the evening when the only figures visible from the floor were those of a vocalist on stage cupping the mic and in oversized sunglasses—Tex in fine form—and light brown hair bobbing above a keyboard—Thrasher. Only under the throbbing house beats and primal screams could you truly pinpoint their grace; sometime miracles come in darker forms—disembodied guitar beats and barrages of jarring obscurities. (JG)