Mono 6/11/15 Spaceland

Tokyo noise quartet Mono swooped into Hamden to shatter some eardrums. Two guitars, female bassist, and monster drummer comprised Mono. Songs had the same formula, quiet intro that swelled to a raucous caterwaul. Japanese rock bands ooze hipness, and Mono is no exception. The guitarists, both seated, dressed in black, flailed their shoulder length hair at crescendo time. They looked like twin Buckingham Palace guards keeping watch over skronk-town. Female bass player in black dress with red pumps seemed like a stewardess guiding the listener to jump off the cliff of noise. The drummer came with gong and tympani to punctuate the sound. My ears are still ringing.