Blog: Dots & Dashes

Ambling onstage to the sound and invasive smell of lethargic poofs of dry ice whilst the equally, intrinsically languid garble of Nicolas Jaar pervades the place, enter Exitmusic . A little up against it perhaps – and indeed support slots in themselves are oft notoriously tough stuff to crack – thankfully opening up for Sharon Van Etten, who seems to sell out every last show she trundles on over for and attracts a delightful cross-section of society predisposed to enlightenment, ensures any initial ambivalence or apathy toward the situation is instantaneously equilibrated. However if the unpleasant sensual assault aforementioned [...]