Darker My Love subscribes to the philosophy that "more is more." The West Coast rockers implement a wall of drone that would make Anton Newcombe weak in the knees. And though they may dip their toes into ambient's shallow end, they still know how to make a guitar holler and squeal with spunk. With a bit of psychedelic drawl a la Warlocks and syrupy, Brit-poppy vocals, these genre mashers might be contagious. Let's hope they keep their spit in their mouths . . . or maybe not. Yeah, we want to catch that hip virus. Wear black. With These Arms Are Snakes and All the Saints. 18+.
Thu., Feb. 26, 8 p.m., 2009