I want to hear The Deepsea Goes play Oraoneiroi—which is more like a single long performance than an album of distinct songs—in a basement crowded with people ducking light fixtures and low-slung plumbing to stand in a semicircle around the band and stare angrily at their shoes while shaking their heads ever so slightly, thus showing immense appreciation.
Eight reasons I have a crush on The Deepsea Goes: 1. There are only two people in this band, a he and a she. 2. On Oraoneiroi, Paul White's vocals sound semi-buried, and when he sings, as he does on "There Is No Up," he inflects like Ian Curtis (who was a rock and roll god). Usually he shouts, and sounds more California hardcore, which is okay too. 3. I have no idea what he is saying, ever. 4. His sister, Janine, makes full use of her drum kit. 5. They used to tour in a Toyota Corolla but it broke down. 6. They live in L.A. (Who does that?) 7. They like Greek mythology, or at least they like Greek words. 8. They make noise, and it is heavy, but also spare. On "There is No Stop," the noise is especially pretty for two minutes and nine seconds.
The Deepsea Goes plays the Zootown Arts Center Saturday, Oct. 10, at 7:30 PM with FagRag, Modality, The Lion. The Tamer and Satan's Slave. $5.