Lights and vibrations that make us perceive noise in fuzzy quadrants. Luminous sketches and strobes in tones of reds and whites. Fugacious demonstrations of noise that drill your skull until you give up and enter into an hypnotic\u00a0mood. Noises\u00a0that allow\u00a0you to\u00a0listen<\/em> to colors and to\u00a0see<\/em> sounds. Bright colors emanating from radiant hues, but that stick to the gloom and the darkest corners of the psych. Synesthesia that hijack\u00a0your senses. Hallucinations. A tribute to the fuzz-like\u00a0sixties. San Francisco\u00b4s filthy and greasy machinery of sound personified in an archetype of sonic hostility.<\/p>\n While Sanae\u00a0Yamada\u00b4s<\/strong> synthesizer roars hard and deals with garagesque textures, Ripley Johnson\u00b4s<\/strong> guitar experiments with merciless riffs and interminable guitar solos that recall the filth and raw power\u00a0of The Velvet Underground\u00b4s<\/strong> Sister Ray phase. In top of this acid trip,\u00a0the repetitive but savage drums bring this claustrophobic demonstration of sounds into a sinister and fascinating experience.<\/p>\n The show continues and the ghosts of\u00a0Silver Apples, Neu! <\/strong>and The Velvets<\/strong> restore our faith in\u00a0what we used to call rock ‘n’ roll. The feedback. The fuzz. The reverbs.\u00a0Yamada\u00b4s<\/strong> provocative performance is being camouflaged\u00a0by\u00a0an avalanche of lights and sounds that fill the old brick walls at the Village Underground.<\/p>\n You can\u00b4t do anything, but to surrender to the performance. ‘Night Beat’, ‘Wilding’, and ‘Free Action’ are the immaterial proof of being in one of the best shows of\u00a0the year.\u00a0At the end, everybody leaves Shoreditch\u00b4s warehouse vulnerable and with ringing in the ears. Tomorrow we will not recall the whole experience, but we\u00b4ll \u00a0hopefully remember that Moon Duo<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0opened, at least for an hour, a\u00a0<\/span>window to\u00a0another passages of the soul. In case we still have one…<\/p>\n