Abe Vigoda’s music (not the actor but the quartet) had this slight touch of exotic guitars buried into a complex dark atmosphere. They seemed to mix the bright and the dark in the middle of the day at the Silverlake Jubilee, and since these two opposites don’t usually seem to go together, it was a little weird and interesting at the same time.
With an occasional small keyboard on some songs and layered guitars, they played some sort of gothic dance haunted by lamenting Michael Vidal’s voice, which sounded like a detached Robert Smith’s moan, although I thought the guy looked a little bit like Glenn Danzig…. But it’s all right as all these guys are on the goth side anyway. With his grim facial allures, he was giving the impression that all these lyrics were hard to get out of him, painfully swimming against this noisy current, among this thorny and meandered ambiance.
He announced a song about east Hollywood, and it was the same dense tortured mood, fluctuating between bouncy beats and discordance in the grating noisy guitars and bleak synth.
‘Sorry we are singing only sad songs’ said Vidal, I guess that was the idea I had when listening, although I could see a few lights here and there in the middle of their black feast. Their sound is described as tropical punk, and I heard it on certain songs only, like a witchy-chaotic-dark-new-wave-post-Joy-Division.