There are simply no other bands doing what the Mars Volta do today and everyday. Plenty of second-rate bands have taken a look at the Volta's template and taken a foolhardy crack at it, but they have all failed miserably, leaving wakes of hackneyed concept albums and ill-informed sonic embarrassments.
Since the dissolution of the seminal At the Drive-In, guitarist Omar Alfredo Rodriguez-Lopez and singer Cedric Bixler-Zavala have been spinning snaky webs of cosmic post-punk Santana-inflected jams. Their live show harkens back to the days when Hawkwind and the MC5 cracked the Earth, and when proto-punks and heshers roamed freely together under one halo of fragrant smoke and fog. Each guitar stab and drum breaks sounds like the music inhaling and exhaling. Trust us, that wasn't just the contact high talking right there.
Starting the evening with "Inertiatic ESP" from 2003's stellar debut De-Loused In the Comatorium, the band actually injected a new fire into their catalog, especially the three songs they trotted out from that exact album. The band has always been known to be vicious live, but last night was something Aftermath has never seen from them. The lengthy jams that we have seen them spiral into were trimmed into weapons-grade elements instead of the usual meandering lysergic-baiting excursions of yore. It was as if the Texas natives came back to their home state and were bit by some sort of speed bug.
It was the new material off of this year's Octahedron that telegraphed this new streamlined direction, and all the songs still give the band plenty of room to stretch and wander when they need to. They turned that albums standout "Teflon" into a Tool-worthy expanse of feedback, with Bixler-Zavala's haunted falsetto acting as stunted tour guide. In fact the consensus on that new album is that it is actually closer to the ATDI output than anything Volta has put out in the past seven years since the old band's break-up. As much as Aftermath would love to see ATDI return once again, the Mars Volta is a way stranger, fulfilling, and visceral ride to go on by far.
6. HALO OF NEMBUTALS
10. DRUNKENSHIP OF LANTERNS
12. THE WIDOW
13. WAX SIMULACRA
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