Oh, mantra: Magic Lantern at The Prospector.
What a nice psychedelic night this turned out to be. I went to The Prospector in Long Beach mainly to catch Frederick Phases (aka Jeff Moore), a DJ who co-hosts with Elvin “DJ Nobody” Estela KXLU's She Comes in Colours, a show specializing in '60s psych rock and folkadelia. His set—along with his fellow selector J. Mendez' shoegaze-rock-oriented selections—did not disappoint, as he laid down some exhilarating obscurities from around the globe (Italy's Le Orme and Hungary's Illés being two particularly awesome gems I am now hotly hunting down). The man's a treasure trove of arcane sonic delights and if you have any interest at all in psychedelia, you owe it to yourself to check out his show on Mondays midnight-2 a.m. or any club gigs he does.
I hadn't heard the bands on the bill before, but they made a profound impression and definitely will merit further exploration from this writer. Despite being saddled with a name no band should even consider using in 2007, Magic Lantern quickly steamrolled my skepticism with hypnotic, throbbing rock instrumentals that reminded me of the late great UK band Loop—not an influence you hear every day (or night). Magic Lantern's songs—mantras would be a more accurate term, actually—burrow deep into your consciousness through repetition and intense, densely textured riffage. It's very hard to make this sort of music exciting, especially in a time when attention spans are diminishing like Republican-party credibility, but these five Long Beach dudes find the ecstasy in stasis and ride it into the sun with distortion pedals a-blazin'.
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