So it goes. Today is the last day of Desertfest New York , and it brings that third, outside stage, where yesterday alternated between the two in the building itself.
There are picnic tables out here, corners you can put yourself in if you want, and I appreciate that kind of thing, especially on a day with a crunch of bands. The most brutal schedule conflict? High Desert Queen playing in the Texas room during Truckfighters. Hard choices will be made. Got back and crashed out last night around 1AM.
I started packing that glut of stuff I brought with me. Doors are in four minutes, reportedly. People were waiting out in the sun when I got here. Calm before the storm? Some quiet for the subsequent volume to contrast once the day actually starts. Light tension in the air. You know how it goes. The groove and sinister vibe came quick like the haze from the fog machine, only not so quickly breezed away.
The sound came through clear enough to do justice to the vocal melodies, and their swing was the start today needed. Soul and hard-hitting groove, fury of the markedly impatient and craft underneath it all. And every now and again, Gaff might do a softshoe. Well earned. I put my phone in my pocket and let Gozu bowl me over with their particularly classy roll.
Never a doubt in my mind. Honestly, I was just happy to see them, let alone see them kill it. Not going to pretend to be the impartial observer. I missed Gozu. Seeing Spaceslug for the first time was like that for me. Because it was that, exactly.
