It was pitch black save the barlight.

It’s old news now, but Kele­fa got shook at Deer­hunter. I was impressed. They made play­ing in the dark seem more nov­el to me, but maybe that’s just because it was a nice reprieve from the steady diet of red that usu­al­ly floods the stage. The Flu­o­res­cent Grey EP is easy lis­ten­ing com­pared to Cryp­tograms, which is more of an odyssey through a not quite shoegaze quagmire.

Live, Brad­ford Cox helps nav­i­gate through the murk — he’s quite a com­pelling fig­ure on stage and an engag­ing front­man with charis­ma to spare — and he does noth­ing more than sing the songs! No talk­ing. No talking!