Heralded as “the latest link in a loose-knit chain that connects Pink Floyd, Neu, Can, Brian Eno, Tangerine Dream, La Dusseldorf, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Band, My Bloody Valentine and Spiritulaized…” the Dallas-bred Secret Machines weep out the sort of lovelorn post-punk that’s perfect for drug binges and broken hearts alike.
Born from the oil-rich soils of the Lone Star State, brothers Ben, Brandon and Josh knew one thing-they didn’t want their music to invoke images of sagebrush and George W.
So the trio did what any group of muse-challenged musicians would do and set course for the Big Apple (a l Bob Dylan, Jeff Buckley and five million New-Wave throwbacks). With the move, the Secret Machines have found its sound and stage.
What do you do when you’re an epic rock band with influences that make up every dorm-room wall in America? What is the next step? Spread the purple-hazed, drug-rock droning of your Reprise debut, Now Here is Nowhere, to the outside world. Tonight, the secret is out in Salt Lake City-the Machines will string the Lo-Fi Caf out on its new strain of good old rest and relax-rocking. Doors open at 6:30 p.m., tickets to the mind opening cost $10.