The night’s co-headliner, Pittsburgh’s The Van Allen Belt, created disharmonious melodies, managing to manipulate clamor into opulent noise pop. Tamar Kamin’s voice spreads itself sensuously — and near flawlessly — over psychedelic overtures. Surreal lyricism escalated the songs’ furtiveness. Scott Taylor sat like a mad maestro, concocting searing and agonizing tones, while Ben Ferris layered strands of lush melodies.
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