Grizzly Bear

Like late afternoon autumn light filtering through ocher-stained linen curtains, falling on hardwood softly. Rattling hot water pipes haunting a Cape Cod beach house, radio signals float in and out of the old Yellow House. There is a broken window, a certain undefined darkness, yet, the salty air has sanded all the colours soft, the edges rounded like driftwood. Then as twilight descends, the stiff, colonial silence is broken by a band of surf-crazed hippies chanting incoherent campfire songs.

Grizzly Bear deliver a rich, incense scented tapestry decorated with ornate oriental frills, layered with thick Baroque velvet washes, and the odd playful splash of baby blue. Yellow house takes cues from kraut-country, psych-jam, Appalachian folk rockers Califone, the lush symphonic chamber-pop of Mercury Rev, and the dreamy, underwater pop of Smile-era Beach Boys.

Saturday, Plaza, Doors at 7

The last time they played here was with TV on the Radio, and cursed be upon the Commodore they started at like 8pm and I missed them. I will never forgive myself. So this time, I'll be at the door at exactly seven, with numerous watched to verify the time.

The Papercuts open, and I'm glad to say I am totally unaware of them. If top Myspace friends are any indication, with Vetiver, Skygreen Leopards, and Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, and considering the Grizz took the Dirty Projectors on the east coast leg of the tour, I'm sure they'll be good. The one mp3 I did hear places them firmly in the Beach House, Espers, Beachwood Sparks, My Bloody Valentine, shoegaze/country camp.