W.I.T.C.H. (We Intend To Cause Havoc) at Teragram Ballroom

For half a century the tapes sat in Zambian record shops and almost nowhere else, which is how owning the vinyl turned into a secret handshake among the few crate-diggers who knew what they were holding. They were the biggest band in the country in the seventies, the beating heart of a scene called Zamrock, and then history simply swallowed them. Reissue campaigns dragged them back into the light. The surviving members put it back together. So the thing that felt structurally impossible — standing in a room while that fuzzed-out guitar actually happens in front of you — is now a late-August night in downtown Los Angeles. Teragram is small enough that there is no bad spot in it, which is exactly how a resurrection ought to feel. The people who reclaim lost history one record at a time already have this circled. Go find out what they have been talking about.