It's inevitable ... Sometime this Saturday-night-slash-Sunday-morning your half-drunk ass will find itself wandering, like a partied-out zombie, through the near-abandoned labyrinth of weird, winding roads that buffer Transit and those temporary Miami Music Festival tents from the banker-bustle of Brickell. But wait, before you pass out and puke on that lonely patch of median grass, there's one last, totally essential showcase -- the SESAC. And lucky for zombified you, the band you're most amped (or semi-conscious) for, Arboles Libres, doesn't start banging around onstage till the latest possible hour. Yeah, that's right, your dark hippie buddies -- frontmen Juan "Nacho" Londono and Eddie Moreno with drummer boy Anthony Genovese -- won't get their chance to take you on a trip to the inner-mind till two in the fucking morning. Which, if you think about it, might be the best possible scenario ... Your body's supremely depleted state will make it uniquely susceptible to synesthetic suggestion. So forget shotgunning Redbulls and forget sleep, just let your exhausted zombie self freefloat through the squelched, kaleidoscopic landscape of Arboles Libres' Spanglish-spiked, psych-folk soundtrack.
Sat., Dec. 12, 2009