A Place to Bury Strangers

There are many things that follow A Place to Bury Strangers - accolades, fuzz, smoke - but the most prominent has always been a warning: bring earplugs. Like My Bloody Valentine, their show is a place where unprotected eardrums go to die. Sunday's show at the Doug Fir was no different. This mix of power and energy released itself as a wall of sound into a happy bunch of believers, who began calm but left animated. Though an electrical disturbance took the band's set-up down for a short stint, the crowd was unfazed, and spent their downtime joking and throwing money (for some reason). And when the band came back, they came back strong. They bounced around and showed a measure of spirit that sometimes feels hidden under the hard drone of their studio output. Photographer Jasper Croome was on hand to document the show and from the way he told it, "it was a hell of a way to spend a Sunday night."