21–23 September 2018
Hugely excited to present a three-day residency with the one and only Wolf Eyes following on from the reissue of their seminal Dread LP as well as new double LP from Universal Eyes – Four Variations On 'Artificial Society – that brings together Wolf Eyes and the reborn Universal Indians project which first emerged in 1993.
Born in the dead, dread-filled haunted hills of Michigan, Wolf Eyes are the rabid beasts of Trip Metal & have been plowing thru new tunnels of the underworld since 1997. Pure audio stunn, homemade post-nuclear terror & claustrophobic atmospheres -- the most shattered and confusing horrorvision since Bo Diddley dropped the duct taped warhead on all humans in 2024.
Universal Eyes started as Universal Indians in Lansing Michigan in the early shadows of the 90's with Gretchen Gonzales (now Gonzales - Davidson), Bryan "Rammer" Ramirez, & Johnny "Inzane" Olson. The trio started as a Jesse Harper cover band and managed to play every single basement that had a power outlet in the Tri county area. After moving to the Detroit area in the late 90's, Rammer was replaced by Aaron Dilloway and also joined by Nathan Young / a duo that were already in the throes of primitive electronic global domination that is WOLF EYES. The collective quartet played every basement, art space, record store, and club in the metro area that had a power outlet and could also handle the Michigan Progressive Underground audio sprawl. Around the dawn of the 2000's / Gretchen went full time with the moody & cold stylings of SLUMBER PARTY and after a wild Bowling Green Ohio gig, Olson joined WOLF EYES full time. After some drama that would make even Fleetwood Mac disappear into the shadows of suburbia and tossing their EQ into a lonely fire, UNIVERSAL INDIANS appeared to have fate / faded into the packed history book pages of Michigan musical lore.
As age and time seem to dust over wounds while magically healing them, the quartet met again in the northern suburbs of metro Detroit on a brisk spring Sunday in 2018, hauled modern and ancient instruments into a home studio and just like that: the dream / nightmare had hot blood pumping thru its' duct-taped sound body once again, as if the missing years were nothing but a minute hurdle.