Lake Trout can pull some serious riffs and tricks out of their tackle box. Having, I’m sorry to say, never even heard of Lake Trout until a few weeks ago, I had no idea what to expect from their live show. When someone passed me a new album of theirs last week, I threw it on and was happily surprised by their unique sound. I honestly cannot think of a great comparison. Others have compared Lake Trout to a plethora of psychedelic bands that I used to listen to in middle school when I thought I was a hippie. I am highly reticent to do so because, although they do maintain reminiscent tones of classic bands such as Pink Floyd, they also sound completely fresh and equally in step with all of the new bands I have been rocking out to lately. All I can say is that they are a creative mix of spooky keyboard riffs, droning and, at times, psychedelic guitar, all topped by amazingly dark, pop vocals akin to The Wedding Present. Watching them was like chewing on an extremely tasty piece of gum whose flavor regenerates itself in spurts and waves at random intervals. While the set and songs themselves were consistently great, it was these bursts of flavor that took over the entire ballroom with their overwhelmingly full sound, especially on the song “Now We Know”. For this reason, in particular, the band proves themselves to be a band that must be heard both live and on album. Lake Trout proceeded to end the set by initiating a complete and total rock out session. Some serious head banging ensued from the audience. It was a brilliant way to end the set. After all, who doesn’t love a good head banging session, especially from a group who so innocently call themselves Lake Trout? I highly recommend getting out to see this band.
Radio 4 came next with a hard set to follow. Comparing Lake Trout to Radio 4 however, is like comparing champagne to tequila. After Lake Trout’s champagne jam, the audience was clearly ready for some shots of tequila. I had only seen Radio 4 once before, and I have to say that they were far more excellent this second time around. Perhaps it was the killer sound system at the Bowery, perhaps it was the fellows themselves. As they played, the audience was a sea of hops, wiggles and three very drunk girls screaming for Dave the guitarist to father their children, repeatedly and without end. The band played some new tracks interspersed with their older classics such as “Dance to the Underground,” leaving the audience of hyper, dancing hipsters more than satisfied.
Source: Cara Heller