Peter Murphy - Grand Central, Miami - August 5
Peter Murphy doesn't want to be called the Godfather of Goth. At least that's what he told New Times in a recent interview. The only thing is, you'd be hard-pressed to find a more adequate title for the former Bauhaus frontman.
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The inimitable Murphy hit Grand Central this Tuesday, bringing a legion of fans both old and new into the fold for a night of blackened rock hooks and operatic croons. Along with South Florida locals Astari Nite and Austin alt-rockers My Jerusalem, a hard-hitting barrage of riffs was the order of the evening at the eclectic downtown venue.
The crowd arrived in droves and gratuitously obliged the acts with nodding heads and shaking hips to driving rhythms and noise-laden guitar swells that emanated from the speakers.
Opening the show was self-described darkwavers Astari Night. A familiar presence in the Miami alt scene, the band shares more than a little of Murphy's genetic formula. Driving, near-mechanical drums pushed walls of dense guitar in a way that references Murphy's recent solo efforts, spiced up with a dash of arena-tinged theatrics.
The band's lines of squiggly, call-and-response guitars and frontman Mychael Ghost's low-end bellow recalled a digitized Interpol, and its drum-machine textures evoked industrial-minded peers like Cold Cave. The band's blend of new-wave hooks and tried-and-true goth accoutrements was enjoyable enough, if not overwhelmingly distinct.
Next up was Austin-based My Jerusalem, which continued in the gothic vein while sounding a bit more Southern-fried. The guitars seemed content to drip instead of blast, lending the set a measured, rollicking punch that relied more on momentum than singable moments.