Film School

Picture the scene. Late night New York at Piano's Bar, snugly fit around the corner from Arlene's Grocery and the Mercury Lounge. Film School are wrapping up a swirling, sweat-infused set but the bass-head isn't quite working anymore. As a matter of fact, bassist Justin LaBo may have just cranked his way through a tune and blown out the damn thing. On listening to the record it would be easy to assume Film School might be adept - sensational even - live. The ascending atmospherics of the music, though often brooding and self-contained, has an epic hypertension that explodes (quite literally it seems) when experienced live. In short, Film School rock.