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Is there a more apt way to punctuate a hectic SF Pride weekend than a sold-out, electro-dazed dance party? Will Wiesenfeld, otherwise known as BATHS, closed out a three-month-long tour on Saturday, with openers Houses and D33J also in attendance. Spirits were high, pride was had, and BATHS commanded the stage. Despite their minimal set-up - Wiesenfeld on keyboard and vocals, and just one accomplice to cover the guitar and a few layers of schizophrenic electronics - their energy was huge and the audience was enthusiastic.

The sold out show was a LA-fest; fellow Los Angeles-based electronic acts D33J and Houses opened the evening for BATHS, and the crowd’s high spirits increased with each set. Wiesenfeld, in-tune with the Pride happenings of the week (“Is it Pride or something?!”), was chatty and charismatic. Between bouts of autotuning his stage banter and spouting suggestive innuendos, BATHS let their new release Obsidian take center stage.

A morbid counterpart to 2010’s Cerulean, the latest LP mixes Wiesenfeld’s complex, bubbly electronics with darker, borderline-screamo elements. His falsetto morphed into a screamy wail and the crackly beats became more ominous. At worst, Wiesenfeld’s new material ventured a little too far into dubstep territory at times, but it was mostly adventurous and experimental - think a doomy Animal Collective, like on “Incompatible.” He accents these frantic, danceable beats with suicidal lyrics (“Phaedra”) and pensive piano outros; BATHS is deceptively versatile and definitely contradictory, but in a good way. There’s a lot happening behind Wiesenfeld’s nondescript façade - he can get a packed-full Great American Music Hall to dance to satanic-electronica songs about death, a feat that’s pretty conceptually impressive.

Unlike most other electronic acts (disclaimer: I’m not typically very into electronica), BATHS’ experimentally-driven beats maintain some semblance of soul. I liked Wiesenfeld’s live show infinitely more than his recorded work - live, his music feels living and breathing. His frazzled distraction was endearing (“Sorry, I was just thinking about the Earth...there’s a lot to think about”) and he’s a vocal powerhouse. This won’t be the last I’ll see of BATHS.

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