| Standell-Presto weaving dreamscapes |
The night's main attraction, Montreal dream-poppers BRAIDS, took the stage beneath The Bottle's lazily-draped Christmas lights looking a bit hesitant. That proved to be deceptive, as the group stretched and battered their songs more than I anticipated they would. For a band whose reputation has been built on constructing lush, buoyant soundscapes, BRAIDS played them with a kind of Blonde Redhead punch. Much of the material came from the band's 2011 release Native Speaker, but only about half of the set carried the same porcelain dynamic that makes the album great for making out on a soft couch in a dimly-lit room. "Lemonade" was even more tense live, with singer Raphaelle Standell-Presto yanking her vocals away from sweet whispers and towards Björkian freak-outs. Austin Tufts' rapping, spider's leg drum-work kept tighter songs in their place while jazzy warbles and startling snaps were the cues for others to move towards walls of skrinkling sounds that would've been at home on Sonic Youth's Washing Machine. Those noise interludes occasionally collapsed into sloppy muddle but rarely overstayed their welcome.
