Not your average man with a guitar, Dirty Beaches put on a show which should be likened more to a silent film than a concert. As if the wind blew him in from some distant land, he came like a ghost in the intimate space of DC9. One can't help but create mind movies as his Elvis-like vocals and rhythmic chaos are sent out like sonic disciples. I know I've said a lot without saying much at all, but in truth, Dirty Beaches is an experience that can only be understood by experiencing it. In other words, you needed to be there — but since you weren't, check out my BYT review of his show (click the image)... and feel welcome to comment!
[Photo via Stephanie Breijo/BYT]
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