Elizabeth de Cent headed to Manchesters Aatma for a night of lo-fi vibes and 90’s cult comedy extras when she checked out North Carolina indie rocker Elvis Depressedly.
Author: Elizabeth de Cent
Where the hell is Aatma? Turns out it’s the final form of Kraak Gallery; a revelation which struck me almost as much as being told by Manchester blogger Shoplifters Union I was on the guestlist for the Elvis Depressedly show on their first ever UK tour. A band you have to listen to, if not only for the simple genius of the name, celebrating the release of new EP California Dreamin’ and re-release of Holo Pleasures seemed as good a reason as any to head out into town for a couple of drinks on a work night. When I think of Elvis Depressedly I think of two things, first – did they have Internet beef with Flatsound or was that just a Tumblr rumour? Secondly, their deliciously infectious lo-fi melodies and concise lyrics that paint atmospheric and poignantly blurry pictures, much like a Monet. I had been listening to ‘Thinning Out’ on repeat for the last couple of weeks (for personal reasons) so was completely psyched for this show, maybe I would cry a little.
Shortly after doors, the night opened with captivating local group Cult Party. With their resonatingly bassy talk/sing lead vocals and emotive violin accompaniment I like to believe this ensemble are from an alternative timeline where Charlie Fink and Marling set aside their differences and joined a spiritual commune in the desert somewhere. Following this was support from other Manc favourites, the ever well groomed, Gorgeous Bully, who if only had been born in the right decade could have reached such heights as playing Sunnydale’s, The Bronze.
By this point in the evening the crowd was really filling out, most of whom resembling the cast of Freaks and Geeks, and the atmosphere was of great camaraderie as headliners Evis Depressedly took to the stage. Looking uncannily like the cast of A Very Potter Musical (if the golden trio had instead been sent to wizarding school in Williamsburg) their lo-fi signature sound and downbeat lyrics immersed the venue and was met with enchantment and much rhythmic swaying. The majority of the setlist ending abruptly, no self-indulgent outros here, a band expert in keeping their performance crisp and succinct, leaving the audience edging for more. The highlight of the show obviously for me was their rendition of ‘Thinning Out’ from album Holo Pleasures. Though not quite as much of a punch-in-the-heart as the ethereal version on the record, this straight talking stripped down version really hit it out of the ballpark, and that’s the beauty of seeing great live music in your local venues. You’re not hearing an exact replica of the record, but something off-the-cuff and intimate. A great night all in all, the atmosphere still echoing around me as I was later walked home alone in a torrential downpour. Sadcore till I die.