Fame. Glory. Laughter. Noises. The story remains the same.
Riff after cosmic riff, the Voidz play the void. Christening the first performance venue on Earth’s only natural satellite, the band stunned in the inaugural off world rock concert. Casablancas and company belted out their new album and a selection of favorites to a sold out crowd in Club Luna, the Moon’s preeminent music hall.
A challenge to the old adage, “in space no one can hear you scream,” Casablancas and the riveted crowd let their voices, their bravado, and their presence ripple through the black ink of space. Grooving to the moon dusty guitar licks from Jeramy “Beardo” Gritter and Amir Yaghmai, bouncing to the rhythm and keys of Jacob “Jake” Bercovici, Alex Carapetis, and Jeff Kite the audience couldn’t stand still. They had no choice. Sweat floated in the low gravity as well as the soma smoke. Ears delighted at the silvery sounds of the band’s crystallizing “futuristic prison jazz,” as it enraptured the audience. With an explosive hour and half set, those in attendance had to reach for surplus oxygen tanks immediately after the show lest they die in happy asphyxia.
Leading with the hit single All The Same, the Voidz then trotted out gems both current and classic. At one point after a Casablancas soliloquy on the nature of time itself, the band paid homage to the locale with a steamy rendition of Neil Young’s Harvest Moon and Bowie’s Space Oddity. They were not to be the only covers of the night. Goaded into an extended encore from the ravenous assembly of fans stretching the club’s safety systems, the Voidz launched into a little Velvet Underground medley featuring Rock & Roll and Sweet Jane.
The band promised a raucous evening and did not disappoint. Moon boots stomping and spacepeople strutting, the crowd enjoyed every pulsing moment. It’s reported the bar ran out of alcohol, and water, but the share and share alike atmosphere kept everyone well liquidated. Among the special guests in attendance, dancing and mixed right in with the crazed scene on the floor of Club Luna were the consistently cigarette smoking Mac Demarco, and of course, Kanye, who is set to play the next live show sometime in the following week.
In a press conference the day before, Beardo and Casablancas elaborated on their travels to Club Luna, making clear their choice to ascend into the outer atmosphere via the Los Angeles Space Elevator, before riding a solar sail transport to the venue, was a nod to environmental consciousness and the need to assure space exploration is made available to all that wish to venture.
Casablancas responded to a question of why play the Moon at all, saying “With a hundred ways to do a dozen things, why not try it all?”
As they wrapped the press session, roadies could be seen lifting heavy equipment and sound systems with ease as they floated about Armstrong Prime, the Moon’s capital city.
A new horizon has dawned for music, and it’s in space. The success of the Voidz here has certainly opened the possibility for all kinds of acoustic events, and talk of Lunar festivals has already begun. Of course, there were some initial technical troubles, as such a show has never been attempted before, but the band and their eager followers took it like champions, and following some quick troubleshooting from Luna’s automated technicians and supposedly even the skilled hands of Moby the rest of the performance went swimmingly.
Casablancas growled and prowled the stage. Carpetis whacked prophetic on his gravity drums, and the whole sound was pure electricity. If you weren’t on the Moon for this show you missed one really big step for mankind. But for sure, there will be more to follow. So book your ticket, pack your bags, and get your ass to the Moon.
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