Seven Sisters of Sleep was part of the Power of the Riff at the Echo/Echoplex on Saturday and did an in-store at Vacation Vinyl on Sunday.
With bald heads, beards, black t-shirts and a lot of tattoos, the band produced this assaulting loud sound, exploding and blasting like a furious beast with a rare determination. They were performing in a sort of circle, some of them turning their back to the crowd most of the time, while the singer was yelling his raucous-throat-scraping vocals, installing a fear of some mysterious thing.
Spitting some vengeful bile, the five of them were balancing, fighting some non-existing cold wind of fury, whereas the atmosphere was rather hot and sweaty. The songs were sometimes changing of rhythm, but overall they were slowly paced, as if they were announcing that the worst was about to come.
If you google the name, you may also stumble on Seven Sisters of Sleep by Mordecai Cooke, a popular history of the most popular narcotic plants of the Victorian era, but the music of the California band will sure not trigger any drug-induced sleep.