Pangea, one of the bands opening for Fidlar on Sunday night at the Echo, had certainly that same raging-party sound served by loud aggressive-surfing guitars; actually the night was going crescendo, and if the crowd at the Echo had to be trusted, Pangea’s garage rock was barely a notch below Fidlar’s delirium, as their set triggered right away wild movements in the audience.
Finding a safe spot on the side of the stage, I was observing their raw and wild sound, mixing 60's pop elements with coarse vocals, whereas the crowd was responding to their punk attitude; one thing was obvious all of them wanted to have fun in the sloppiest way.
Pangea's music, more bouncy than surfy, was much louder than on record, as the four of them was playing their garage rock, showing some slow downs with sudden and brief assaults and accelerations that were putting the crowd in a non-stop jerking mode. It was good-feeling, and good vibrations as everyone was making the ground shake like seismic waves or tectonic plates (I had to give a nod to the band’s moniker).
These furious guys were here for the fun (after all this is a band that writes ‘Phil Spector’ as their general manager on their facebook page, so this should bring some fun!) and their crazy-loud harmonies, apparently out of control, would magically land on their feet all the time. Their set was crude, boisterous, unruly but actually a totally playful sweatshop.