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The stage was set like a gypsy’s den, plates with incense, flasks of water, amps with patterns embroidered on the front, a few guitars, some drums, and a man and woman dressed up like they just got off the time machine…, although it was unclear if they were coming from the past or the future. Linda, a tall lanky girl, sat down at the drums, sporting an outfit out of the 18th century, something sort of early American-French, ready to fight for independence. Tommy was on guitar, looking like a hippie rock and roll cowboy. Both had gold streaks across their cheeks, a reference to their band name, Golden Animals.
Throughout the show they rode a psychedelic groove from one song to the next. Linda pounded out rhythms and beats like her life depended on it, while at the same time providing back-up vocals and harmonies. She used every single piece of percussion on her set, from tom to cymbal, as the song dictated. She seemed lost inside the music, with eyes closed, feeling her way through it all. Tommy switched from one guitar to another during the set, not much of a talker, more of a rocker. He played and sang with vigor and soul, giving the audience his version of the blues. The songs jangled and crashed with ear-splitting volume, from verse to chorus to total rock frenzy and back down again to quieter waters.
Golden Animals were an experience. The smell of incense, the sheer wall of sound that attacked the senses, and these two rockers going at it really took the audience to a place out of time.
Mirch (LoudVine.com)
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