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Moody Philly he­roes de­liver a deafen­ing, shoegazey mas­ter­class

■ There’s a twisted, in-your-face flam­boy­ance about Noth­ing. It bleeds out from their arty al­bum cov­ers, eye-wa­ter­ing sar­to­rial se­lec­tions, and the ver­tig­i­nously-stacked, shoegaze-laced sound of their mu­sic. Down in the sweaty, scuffed, sub­ter­ranean space of Stereo this evening, how­ever, all that gets stripped away, but their stun­ning sounds level the room re­gard­less. First, though, proggy lo­cals At­las: Em­pire pique the at­ten­tion of this boozy Satur­day night crowd, build­ing epic vis­tas on gritty foun­da­tions, be­fore the head­lin­ers’ Philadel­phia brethren in Sub­ur­ban Liv­ing crank pro­ceed­ings up a notch, en­liven­ing their grungy as­sault with a punk­ish swag­ger. Noth­ing are on an­other level, mind. Spin­ning the dial right up to 11, they crash in on a blur of un­stop­pable at­ti­tude and ear-bat­ter­ing vol­ume. Front­man Domenic Palermo is per­form­ing with a freshly strapped hand in­jury, but his in­tense ded­i­ca­tion burns through. The pound­ing melan­cho­lia of Curse Of The Sun and A.C.D. (Ab­ces­sive Com­pul­sive Dis­or­der) ac­tu­ally sound even bet­ter than usual through his grit­ted teeth. Mean­while, the tex­tures of (HOPE) Is Just An­other Word With A Hole In It and Eaten By Worms’ rum­bling heav­i­ness em­pha­sise an un­der­rated dy­namism. It’s a deafen­ing trip into a woozy world of mis­er­ab­lism, and one that con­firms the great­ness of Noth­ing. SAM LAW

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