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The Mars Volta
Published on April 17, 2008 at 3:20am
L.A. band the Mars Volta come to town on the heels of their fourth album, The Bedlam in Goliath, which is stuffed with nine-minute alt-prog epics—the type the band has refined to blood-drawing sharpness over the past seven years. We're not quite sure what singer Cedric Bixler-Zavala is going on about in songs like "Aberinkula" and "Ouroborous." And we have no idea what he means when he proclaims, "I am a deaf con of Angora goats." But we do know that the super-complex time signatures and hectic sonic twists that make up the 75-minute CD leave us totally dizzy.
Mon., April 21, 7 p.m., 2008