Next Friday, all of my wisdom teeth are coming out. Before that happens, I’m going to take them to one last show: The Helio Sequence ^[1] at Chop Suey ^[2] on Thursday, the 5th.

Reviews of the band’s 2004 album, “Love and Distance”, were generally lukewarm. Pitchfork ^[3] wrote a long, long metaphor about cheese, which was not, as you might guess, favorable. But I don’t care. I have a copy of the album, and I listen to it when I’m cooking sometimes. The place where The Helio Sequence really shines is onstage. They layer electronica on top of drums on top of guitar on top of a harmonica, which makes for way more sound than two people really ought to produce. Also, of course, there is Benjamin Weikel ^[4], my favorite drummer.

Also playing Thursday night are Crystal Skulls ^[5] and Wet Confetti ^[6], the latter of which I know nothing about. (I do, however, really love the opening line of their bio: ” When an OCD asian girl, a mid-western guy who has absolutely no concept of time and an ex-mormon get together, you’d think you were in hell, but we like to call it Wet Confetti.”)

Tickets are $8, doors are at 8:00.