Spike Hellis at The Casbah

“Saturday at the Casbah. Coldwave synths, distorted vocals, the kind…”

Spike Hellis believed industrial music could be both visceral and tender — coldwave synths, distorted vocals, the kind of rhythm that makes your shoulders move before your brain catches up. So they have been making it since 2019, mostly out of LA, mostly to the kind of audience that knows what coldwave is and does not need it explained. The Casbah on a Saturday opens August with this — two-hundred capacity, the bar that has been the bar for thirty-five years, the crowd in mesh and leather and patches and steel-toes. Doors at eight. Openers at eight-thirty. Spike Hellis around ten. Twenty dollars at the door. Saturday in San Diego. The room is the kind of crowd that has spent years following labels nobody else has heard of and shows up for this band because someone in their feed said the right thing about it.