The K-Holes rock too hard for photos.
You know when a show is so loud and powerful you walk out of the club feeling like your skull is full of slush and your eardrums are melting out of your head? I experienced such sensory overload on Tuesday, courtesy of SF favorites Dirty Ghosts and NYC-based garage rock headliners The K-Holes. The setting: Brick & Mortar Music Hall, the tone: explosive. Dirty Ghosts and The K-Holes’ sets were short, but they were anything but sweet. Both were a noisy fix of reverb and raw aggression that left me a little disoriented. Just the way I like it.
Dirty Ghosts proved their moniker to be apt; frontlady Allyson Baker’s throaty vocals and the dim lighting at Brick & Mortar definitely worked in their ghostlike favor. I found their loosely packaged, yet danceable tunes to be a little more rough around the edges and confrontational than your everyday alt-rock getup. Definitely appreciated – and living proof that San Francisco breeds ‘em well!
Also appreciated: K-Holes’ use of maracas and saxophone. When was the last time you heard such layered cacophony of garage rock goodness peppered with the rustling of a maraca and melty sax? It was straight-up party time. The blow-your-face-off noise, bass string-busting enthusiasm (yeah, that happened), and growly verse were persistent, but some surreal songs had a droney, sultry echo that contrasted nicely with the more confrontational of the bunch. All in all, the band was in their element and the audience was into it.