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Teeth Mountain + Color Of The Sun

Fri 12 June 2009 // 20:00

(Fri 12th / 8pm / £6 advance, £7 on the door)

With three drummers, a bass/cello player, a guitarist/violinist/samples executor, augmented with organic organ tones, synthesisers, horns and a skilled singing saw, Baltimore's Teeth Mountain will be unleashing their heavy concoction of new-wave tribal psychedelic sounds, using driving percussion like other bands use guitars.

Deep, thick layers of rhythms and overlays of ambiance, from the gritty to the sublime, take the group beyond trying to evoke the roots of modern music. They aim at a primal, primeval human proclivity to create music that transforms consciousness and carry themselves and their listeners to higher states.
This eight-piece outfit create a controlled mayhem of weighty neo-tribal trance music, part Indian, part African, part Balkan, and part Baltimore. Teeth Mountain will enthrall you in a rhythmic musical spell.
The Wire recently praised their 'refusal to acknowledge any kind of destination point for their jamming, achieving a convincing state of suspension throughout, helped by some engagingly forceful drumming.'

Teeth Mountain pummel with noise and drums but are always inviting and joyous, a new wave of tribal sounds in underground music, they are most certainly one of that movement’s centres. Be prepared to witness a heady, peyote-voodoo brew, getting you out of your seats and on your feet.

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Aron Ward is lead vocalist and songwriter in The Color of the Sun, whose eclectic songwriting and beautifully rich sound scapes have been impressing crowds around Bristol for the last year. Like Bowie or Cornelius, Aron has a chameleonic approach to creating a song. There's no shame in attempting to write the perfect pop song or delve into an introspective epic.

However, don't be surprised to find The Color of the Sun ignoring the common restraints of simply performing a set list to the letter but instead going hell for leather into a Can-like, 15 minute improvisational piece - eminently creating a listenable marriage of sample mashing and live musicianship.
The Color of the Sun deliver aural pleasures and strong catchy songs to the listener with carved up beats and frequent tectonic sub bass, the songs come together like puzzle pieces persuaded to fit regardless of their shape. Lush mellotron strings easily disintegrate into a brutal din then back to a catchy, Brian Wilson-esque chorus.

In the current trend of tuneless fret-tapping sports-rock or image-over-talent electro bands the Color of the Sun appear a fresh relief.