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Three songs into an excruciatingly dense set of precisely performed ear-wrenching rumbles, lead singer and guitarist Justin Trosper introduced his band with a nonchalance that foretold the group's indifference to the audience: "Oh yeah, we're Unwound." Only the most self-absorbed rockers embrace such inconsideration...
...audience clapped and hooted at the short-winded announcement despite Unwound's apparent unwillingness to crank out an hour of its revered gangly rock. All-too-willing fans were complacently standing by ready to accept whatever sonic sludge was dealt out to them, no matter how unfeeling or unresponsive. "That's right," Trosper smugly responded to the shouts under his breath. Members of Unwound were masters of manipulation for the evening as the audience played right into the scheme...
...crowd's susceptibility to be hoodwinked by Unwound's conspicuous distancing would have flabbergasted even the most naive bystander. The Olympia, Wash. based group was emotionally impenetrable, their inescapably unfamiliar and unattractive soundscape not making the group any more easy to understand. The conclusion: either the members colluded to dupe their loyal fans or they decided transcending the expectations of the crowd wasn't worth the effort. It didn't help that the similarly self-absorbed fans ate it right...
Audience demographics are uncannily indicative of a band's personality in concert; there's no "opposites attract" rule observed at live music shows. Unwound's followers at first glance were very into themselves. On further inspection, their narcissism was sickeningly omnipresent. These devotees perspired a style-savvy indie rock posturing not unlike the weight-of-the-world-on-my-shoulders instrumentalists they deified. "I'm cooler than you" was the unspoken mantra of the evening for both band and fan alike...
...Unwound's stage presence symbolized this psychological isolation from peers as the trend du jour. Mop-headed, slackjawed, distant and sedated, Trosper and bassist Vern Rumsey slumped over themselves as they aimlessly strummed away in their emotional vacuum. Remaining unresponsive to their fans, the pair rarely deviated from a tired routine...