Immensely intriguing and totally arresting was singer/guitarist Tara Jane ONeils performance at the Showbox a couple of years ago, opening for Slint. As she and her band played sparse, spectral, sometimes unsettling indie folkkind of a cross between Nick Drake and (lunatic years) Cat Poweran older, possibly intoxicated gentleman-cum-performance artist with graying samurai-styled hair, a dress, a ratty bathrobe, and black shoes pirouetted around the stage while cradling a cinder block. Fairly surreal has been TJOs career trajectory, tooshes gone from playing bass in Louisville, Ky., art punks Rodan to crafting lo-fi noise-folk in Retsin to relocating to Portland and making beautifully haunted albums in abandoned houses around town. With Jenny Hoyson and Flexions.
Listen to a sample of Tara Jane O’Neil’s “Hey Thats No Way.”
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Sun., Oct. 28, 7:30 p.m., 2007
