$10 in advance/$12 at the door

10:30pm doors/11pm showtime

21+

 

 

Marah in the Mainsail:

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Cinematic is the word most often used to describe Minneapolis based Marah in the Mainsail. The sound is dark and mysterious at it’s core. With layers upon layers of dynamic turns, from the hopeful highs of “Fox hole” to the guttural darkness of “the Great Beyond’. Between Durry’s true grit voice, and Mercedes tender subtlety, you’ll find a vast array of narrative and stylistic possibilities. With imposing and wild jungle drums, soaring brass horns, growling bass, and shimmering spaghetti western guitars, all blanketed under a sinister vintage organ. This band has all of the tools it needs to paint an epic picture, "We set out to create something new. Something outside the industry standard. Something hard to define, but easy understand. We strive to bring the in depth experience of the cinema and literature to the modern music scene. Please join us in this grand experiment of the arts."

 

 

 

Poolboy:

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Poolboy is a slow-burning, atmospheric alternative band from Minneapolis, Minnesota. In 2017, they were named City Pages's Best New Band. Double Goer will be released on July 27th , 2018. “Are you not disturbed? Are you disturbed?” The contradiction, the paradox, the
tension on Poolboy’s Double Goer, their latest EP, leaves one constricted throughout. There is beauty in the watery darkness of clever wordplay, which at the same time mocks such notions and dynamic attempts. Poolboy’s development as a band has evolved from reaching out to twist heads with macabre lyricism to now caressing listeners while simultaneously pushing them away with musical abstractions and complex compositional structures. The sound is not as aggressive, yet pulls with a current that is almost schizophrenic. Yes, it is
something like drowning in a river—catching a few blessings of fresh air when the band allows your head above water. The atmosphere is driven by chorus and delay drenched guitars that drift from light licks to crushing walls of distortion. Songs at times hover in an ambient reality before kicking into jazz grooves. Self-analyzing is a constant—the mirror spinning from the giver of words to the world. Conversations are had, with whom it’s not
known. Perhaps lovers, doppelgängers, enemies, dead selves, or general bad apples—these five songs revel in slashing the faceless leaving it up to us to figure out who’s being cannibalized. What we do know is the echoes are returned. The revelations of “oh my God, that’s how I would die...”, stumbling down staircases at horrible house parties, the reverb rippling through the existential emptiness of modern life, Poolboy has discovered secrets of itself as a collection of artists and seers who only wish to show us fragments of what they’ve found. We’re told change has occurred, we wouldn’t recognize faces, but what they’ve become is shown here only for a glimmer—teasing us for that eventual full statement of an album to come. —Trevor Sensor