
Affectionately known as Ant, Anton Barbeau, like the vibe that sprays out from his music, is kind, kooky and fun. His songs traipse along the edge of psychedelic shades of darker grey, claiming depth and layering, but not in a downer kind of way. High energy, Ant's live session at the Hangar brimmed with tremendous zest. It turned out to be a spontaneous going-away party of sorts. Anton and his gang (including Allyson Seconds contributing vocal harmonies) came in on the fly and played only days before he shipped from Northern Cali to Cambridge, where he now [...]