TONIGHT: No Sleep ‘Til Stonehenge


Back in 2002, Greg Weeks, a recent transplant folker from New York and a dead ringer for Woody Allen in Sleeper, together with Brooke Sietinsons, Ophelia-voiced Meg Baird and a revolving cast of red-eyed weird beards, formed the Espers, a strummy collective of whispery acid-folk that evokes sugar-plum visions of woodland fairies doing the maypole dance around Stonehenge. Last month the Espers released their third album, the aptly-titled III. As ever, the band’s warm wigwam of sound evokes blood-sugar-sex-magik rituals celebrated by the hangman’s lovely daughters on misty moonlit moors. In other words, this is what flowery noontides sound like in Kensington, where the band has since established a de facto commune. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn they live in a giant shoe. — JONATHAN VALANIA

With Azita, Doug Paisley Johnny Brenda’s Thu, December 3rd, 2009 Doors: 8:00 PM / Show: 9:00 PM  $12.00

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