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November 3 , 2007
As other Lower East Side music spots systematically shut down, bands are quite literally forced to go underground. Lit Lounge is a subterranean place like Fat Baby, Club Midway, Jimmy’s and others working to keep original music alive in NYC. The upstairs at Lit is your standard dark dive bar filled with hipsters rubbing shoulders and looking pretty. One difference is the out-of-place, brightly illuminated Fuse Art Gallery in the back. Bands play downstairs and that's where I was headed. Though the area can get pretty cramped and hot, its grungy, cave-like layout gives it character. And the sound is not bad at all considering the space. The Lit basement is for some odd reason strictly waitress service. I learned this as I stood by the bar which is a more of a small, tall booth. Once I got the bartender’s attention, she gestured to another girl standing next to me who took my order. And even though the bartender handed me my drink, I had to pay the second girl. The drinks were average in price but a bit weak, so I switched to beer. I was here to see my friends Untied States (don't spell it wrong) from Atlanta. The band's drummer Erin and I joked that some day people will misspell United States as Untied States ... instead of the other way around. They have a unique way of morphing sound, structure, insanity and hooks to create something new. Distorted padding lay over tribal beats spiced with poetic torment. And despite a couple of technical difficulties, they delivered their set in style. Also playing tonight, before Untied States, were Ghosts of Seizures Palace. A captivating avant garde, jazz jam ensemble made up of an assortment of artists who work at a studio in Brooklyn called (of course) Seizures Palace. Sounds of dissonance and harmony swirled thru the tiny space as one person called it Morphine (the band, not the drug) on crack. It was a spot on description. Links:
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