The Black Ryder

The Echo Presents

The Black Ryder

Young Prisms, Gateway Drugs

Fri, March 15, 2013

8:30 pm

The Echo

Los Angeles, California

$12.00

This event is 18 and over

The Black Ryder
The Black Ryder
With auspicious sensual textured layers of melody and guitars, both Scott Von Ryper and chanteuse Miss Aimee Nash weave a densely rich tapestry of love, sex and death, mountains, oceans and astral travel. 

They indicate the way to the heart of life, the centre of our humanity in ritual space, in crafted chords, in veiled waves of sonic tone and drone.
Rich dangerous opiated swirling attacks on the third eye lysergic and lupine in equal measure. Once drawn in by this perfume its essence stays with the listener forever. 

There is only one way to truly experience the journey and that is to listen to their debut album 'Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride'. 


Self-produced, self-funded, self-realized. An act of necessity formed in earnest from the ashes…. Nash + Von Ryper locked themselves away to create this beautiful set of recordings. 

We are struck by Aimee's beauty and Scott's sartorial gaze. They are assassins of experience of deep exploration broadcasting direct from the palace of wisdom.
Young Prisms
Young Prisms
If 'slacker' means 'purveyor of angst-ridden badass psychedelic rock,' then the Young Prisms qualify. Five such slackers comprise this band: Jason Hendardy, Jordan Silbert, Matt Allen, Stef Hodapp, and Gio Betteo. Silbert is the old man, at twenty-four, and all five recently dropped out of various unsatisfying academic situations—Hendardy from a media arts program at California College of the Arts, Jordan from a behavior analysis master's track in Fresno, and Stef, Matt, and Gio from a Bay Area community college.

What they did instead is they moved into a roach infested apartment in San Francisco's Mission District and started pumping out dark, driving rhythms overlaid with melodies that pulse and build and then break over you. It's some of the best stuff coming out of a city exploding with brilliant new music. The group's lyrics are laced with a kind of nonchalance (I'm thinking of one song off the new LP called "If You Want To," as in "whatevs") that devolves quickly into a grim, passionate poetry part My Bloody Valentine, part Sonic Youth, part Charles Bukowski, part some kind of uncategorizable sparkly ecstasy. Whoa.

So consider this a warning issued with an inviting grin: this music will make you want to drop acid and become a recluse. Or it will make you even less excited to work your shitty day job. Or it will make you jump up and down in a dark crowded room while your eardrums bleed. Or it will make you feel something secret like happiness, minus any sentimental whimsicality. Or it will make you want to read Sarte, or graphic comic books, or maybe Hunter Thompson. And in one hundred years when people want to know what it felt like to be young on the West Coast in the early new millennium, they might just put on this record, by these rising kings (and queen) of Psychedelic Slackerdom.
Gateway Drugs
Gateway Drugs
"Art After Death."

gate·way- something that serves as an entrance or a means of access.

drugs- substances that have a physiological effect when ingested or

otherwise introduced into the body.
Venue Information:
The Echo
1822 W Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, California, 90026
http://www.theecho.com