If you ever have the opportunity to see Drab Majesty’s album “The Demonstration” live, do your future a favor and go.
I found myself warped into an abyss of sound and sadness on the night of Drab Majesty’s show. The Echoplex was filled to the brim with leather-clad folks from every generation alive and I am sure some dead generations found their way in attendance that night.
Ghosts and unfamiliar faces all around yet not once did I have a sense of urgency to call Ghostbusters. In fact, I like to believe Bill Murray, famous Ghostbuster and dude, calls Deb Demure, of Drab Majesty, when he is running low on ghosts to bust. However, in this hypothetical situation, Bill Murray would eventually change his ways, swap his Proton Pack for a custom pitch black fan with the words “ghost daddy” scribbled across the front, and is at front of every Drab Majesty show. (Bill Murray, if you are reading this, you know what to do) Ghosts and Bill Murray aside, the juxtaposition of gentle guitar riffs and torn smooth industrial melodies reflected the mood of the venue like a hug at a funeral. Then, before I knew it, the first song was over.
Talk about being put in a trance. Your escape from reality is just a “play” button away or, in my case last Saturday, just a concert ticket away. The night progressed at a pace that felt familiarly true like feeling the heartbeat of a loved one. Drab Majesty took the crowd on a demonstrative journey into themselves and the collective emotions surrounding that night. It was Drab Majesty’s first show in LA since their tour in Europe. Los Angeles’ prodigal being had returned and love, the kind of love that makes you wish a moment would never end, was in the air.
With every song, the night seemed to get darker until Drab Majesty closed their ceremony of synths with an encore befitting to all of those who longed for it. Even though the lights came on in the venue at the end when Drab Majesty blew a singular kiss to the crowd, it felt as if the sun was taken away and I was falling through space on a planet that has decided it has had enough. Lost, but looking. Falling into nothing or possibly everything. Blessed and baptized through sonic means, I left the Echoplex inspired to create. All hail, Drab Majesty!
See more photos from the show here.