This quartet from Tampa delights in changing faster than their fans can possibly keep up with, eluding categorization. It seems as though a Dumbwaiters show used to be somewhat analogous to having warm, salty, sonorous waves repeatedly crash over you without warning, sometimes stinging your eyes. Their sound has a ceaseless dynamism that keeps the listener from derailing when they go screeching around hairpin curves and changes that flout logic and expectations. The impression I am left with is that this band has many wide-ranging influences, but lacks a cohesion funnel for their playback. It was as though each member had a distinct, clearly defined goal for the band s sound, but that perhaps they had failed to share them with one another.
Some audience members didn t seem to notice.