Descending on a quickly cooling November Manhattan evening like a swirling, gorgeously-tangled blood red ball of psych goodness your boys Tame Impala slayed their set with 100% pure heat. On record, their pastiche of classic psych-rock meets Brit rock gives glimpses of a band that needs time to stretch out, expand their well wrapped compositions and f-- it, kick out and jam. Thankfully for us, thats precisely what they did.
Tame Impala - Solitude Is Bliss
Leisurely blowing through an hour plus long set, the band seems to have the jam down to a science. Constantly churning with motornik persistence, Tame Impala's live set delivers those hallmarks we love - plenty of Piper -era Floyd, the rhythmic pulse of Can, and the glacial-to-ripping sonics of Ash Ra Tempel. Yet for a band whose influences are well worn, the true skill of this young crop of Aussies is that they're the first band in a long while to take such classic, well known sounds and structures and make them their own.