Wovenhand

Wovenhand

Emma Ruth Rundle, Jaye Jayle

Thu Aug 31 2017

8:00 pm

$15.00 - $20.00

This event is all ages

Wovenhand
Wovenhand
The music of David Eugene Edwards' Wovenhand is utterly unique, dizzying those who encounter it, with turnings and lashings of shadow and light. In almost every documented encounter with the music of Wovenhand, what is described is an experience so visceral and so universally disorienting, that one has to take note. From the first measures of music, the taste of desert earth is on the lips; neck-hairs snap to attention as strange and unfamiliar sounds whisper just underneath the surge of guitar and the rumble of bass; clouds loom on the horizon promising either the balm of rain or the threat of judgment — it could be either. The smell of horses' breath, like ash, carries with it messages from another place, a place that is at once very very far away and impossibly close... The music of Wovenhand is its own iconography, its own world, its own universe.
Emma Ruth Rundle
Emma Ruth Rundle
I am an artist and musician. I was born in and currently reside in Los Angeles.
Jaye Jayle
Jaye Jayle
Woodie Guthrie's famous quote became a mantra for young musicians who rallied around folk's austerity, and later inspired a new generation of artists who basked in punk's primitivism. Guthrie's songs may not be an influence on Louisville's Jaye Jayle, but his call for simplicity as a deliberate choice versus a matter of mere ability resonated with the veterans of Kentucky's dark indie scene. Naming themselves Jaye Jayle as a pen name or a pseudonym to veer away from a traditional band moniker, the group sought to eliminate unnecessary variables and deconstruct their compositions down to their most concentrated essence. Jaye Jayle owe less to our nation's roots music and more to peripheral rock bands that have taken the "less is more" attitude to its furthest reaches. Imagine Spacemen 3 without the saturated wall of distortion, or Neu! without the upbeat motorik pulse, or Lungfish without the shamanistic howls. But these reference points seem either too bombastic or too lush. Perhaps a nexus of The Troggs' ham-fisted drumming, Angels of Light's ominous twang, and Suicide's swaths of negative space hits closer to the mark, but even that doesn't do the band justice. Jaye Jayle's debut album House Cricks and Other Excuses To Get Out is an exercise in tension and restraint, a tightrope act between singer-songwriter traditions and art rock experimentation, and an intersection of Southern cultural permutations and otherworldly sounds.

"About three years ago I started to write House Cricks. I didn't know I was writing an album. Twenty-seven songs and a few years later... Here is nine very focused excuses to make an album." - Jaye Jayle
Venue Information:
Marquis Theater
2009 Larimer Street
Denver, CO, 80205
http://www.themarquistheatre.com/