The openly Satanic pea pod pixie lass with the one girl band was a no show at 2017 Noizefest yesterday in New Orleans. But the grounds were thick with protopunks, mutants, freaks, aberrant weirdos, and other malcontents of various stripes.
New Orleans is effortlessly odd and the city will never have a tee shirt-based marketing campaign to prove its singularity.
Noizefest is a touchstone of the south Louisiana concert scene much like Bayou Country Superfest though we doubt the two are affiliated.
The outre’ bands that populate the one-day affair are some of the finest in the South if you’re into beeps, burbles, static discharge, blinding sheets of grey noise and discordant honkings from found brass.
Some of the crowd moves through the grounds in a hazed-out stuporous languor while other attendees are powered by some sort of chemical driven rocket fuel. We were running on a combination of force meat, pork skins and Natural Ice.
Noizefest 2017 was, as usual, a completely free affair. The food, beer and music was 100% gratis.
Just stick a few bucks in a tip jar if you go next year (the event always coincides with Jazz Fest second Sunday)
We’ve made it part of our Spring calendar for the past few years, and it’s a great way to get caught up with what the Stockhausen crowd in New Orleans is doing these days.
Hope to see y’all out there next year.