Photo by: Zach Lehrhoff
If you have ever watched a giant, gypsy-squid decked out for the West Indian Day Parade flail its throbbing, costumed tentacles in its death throes, brought on by eating too many LSD laced crawfish, then you have a rough idea of what a performance by Brooklyn's Golden Triangle is like. Golden Triangle sounds like a heavy garage band fronted by the mad witches from Macbeth were doused with the B-52s. Vocals weave in and out of the simultaneously sparse and heavy sounds created by the guitars while the bass and drums remind us that we are still anchored firmly in a frenetic earthly plane.
Listen: Golden Triangle "Red Coat"
I recently got to ask OJ, aka Golden Triangle's gold-toothed, white powder and fur prone guitarist a few questions:
LLM: How did Golden Triangle form?
OJ: It was accidental. We wanted to form a band called Redd Tape and practiced and toured under that name until we found out there was some emo screamo band from Salt Lake City by that name, and we changed our name.
LLM: Manifesto?
OJ: We have a manifesto referring to rear view mirrors but I can't remember it.
LLM: Describe Golden Triangle's sound as a flavor.
OJ: Cajun
LLM: What are you guys listening to?
OJ: Little Richard
LLM: Who would you most like to have to dinner for company?
OJ: King Khan.
LLM: Who would you just like to have for dinner?
OK: Bikini Kill's Bill Karren
LLM: What are you reading?
OJ: I am in between books
LLM: How do visuals influence you sound?
OJ: Makes us sound like a bad party.
LLM: That makes so little sense it almost makes sense. Will Golden Triangle play in another dimension?
OJ: I think the Flower Travellin' Band has already done inter dimensional travelling. They beat us to it.
http://www.myspace.com/goldentriangle
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