From out under the big desert sky comes LA’s Lonely Wild, who apply Arcade Fire-ian pomp and Black Mountain-ian collective camaraderie to the landscapes of Cormac McCarthy and the attention to detail of Ennio Morricone, who could indicate the crackle of a campire with just the sparest hint of some outré percussive instrument. Recent album The Sun As it Comes is a soundtrack to a movie that exists mostly as lyrics and dissonant guitar across 12 tracks, starting with a sunrise and of course ending with what seems like the sun going back down over a hill. In between are haves, have nots, bad luck and Jim Thompson’s reminder that it’s always lightest just before the dark. (“There's a truth buried in the murder, and I wanna know,” they sing.) In residency every Wednesday this month—watch online for guest info!
Wed., Jan. 8, 9 p.m., 2014
