by Josh Gross
Fuck Springsteen. I've seen the future of rock and roll and its name is El Ten Eleven.
The Los Angeles duo blew into Neurolux last month, lights blazing and feet a-tapping to put on what was easily the most impressive show I've seen in years.
Bass/guitarist Kristian Dunn spent much of the set on a double-neck wired to a series of looping pedals. Between the live loops and his ability to finger-tap both necks at the same time, Dunn created complex and layered electro-rock sounds most modern bands require multiple members to achieve, and that are far beyond the reach, even the imagination, of most guitarists. Perfectly backed by the electronic/acoustic hybrid drumming of Tim Fogarty, the band's sound is like a more rocking, less static version of Ratatat. But El Ten Eleven does it all live, no drum machines or pre-recorded loops allowed.
And best of all, they topped it off with a muscular physical performance and a light show that left the audience with their jaws on the floor.
El Ten Eleven manages what, up until that night, I thought may have been impossible: to pair the technicality and artistry of modern musical paradigms with the balls-out delivery that rock 'n' roll used to be built on. Their sound and live presence is totally unparalleled by contemporary acts.