The black metal from San Francisco almost went beyond the limits of rock music. Their thoroughly composed pieces, based on delicately structured melodies, reminded me a bit of baroque compositions like Händel`s "Music for the Royal Fireworks" and Vivaldi´s "The Four Seasons". But the virtuous song lines rode on massive walls of sound. This created an unique melange of grace and sheer power - priceless.
Deafheaven´s greatest asset is the voice of frontman George Clarke. I have never heard anything like that. The frenetic energy of his screams perfectly harmonized with the sound of the band (3 guitars and drums). Clarke is a master of celebration. The frontman orchestrated the crowd before the stage like a great conductor. As a part of the show he let himself fall frequently into the crowd while continuing his screams. He literally sought "das Bad in der Menge" (as we would say in German), loosely translated with "takes a bath in the crowd." The combination of band, voice and show mingled together into a very intense concert experience.
The event will stay in my mind for a long time. Thanks a lot Deafheaven & Perfect Pussy.
P.S. I used partly pictures from Deafheaven`s performance @ Chicago´s Pitchfork Festival 2 days later because my point-and-shoot camera had problems with the darkness at the Bottom Loung concert.