So, Mark Matos is on tour somewhere in the American Midwest, gets real far out on an LSD bender, decides to quit his buzz band Campo Bravo and move away from the tweaker dens of Tucson, Arizona, where theyve been steadily gaining attention for years. Returning to the Bay Area where he grew up, he puts together a rag tag bunch of indie-hippies called Os Beaches, and gets down to the business of peddling a soulful, electric piano lead blend of styles he dubs acid gospel. Its the kind of story that sounds custom baked in some press release kitchen, but listening to the sun baked jangle of Imaginary, Winnipeg, from Os Beaches debut Words of the Knife, its hard not to get swept up in the mythology of it all. Instrumental tune Tras-os-Montes might be the records best track, a dusty, reverb-laden excursion to those magical places where the desert, the highway, a stack of your uncles old Dead bootleg tapes and two nations borders mingle, the kind of old-weird America you see in Wim Wenders films, a rattling guitar feeding back in the distance, lending unskeptical credence to ridiculous genre names, San Franciscan acid droppers and true believers.
Wed., Aug. 11, 9:30 p.m., 2010