When Space Tigers spoke with Washington City Paper in July, the band was all giggles—understandable, really, given that its music spills over with childish glee. The group makes stripped-down art folk that could come from another dimension, the sort of playful, repetitive songs that Animal Collective wrote before its ambitions ballooned to underwater-amphitheater scale. At times, especially during the more droning numbers, singer Holly Kent-Payne’s vocals resemble kittens in distress; noisier, more melodic songs, meanwhile, could be Appalachian ditties too whacked-out for the great folklorists to record. Above all, the aesthetic is insular and hazy, even womblike: Maybe with a jolt of pop, Space Tigers could’ve soundtracked Where the Wild Things Are.
SPACE TIGERS PERFORM AT 7:30 P.M. WITH ANDREW BUCKET AND PROM CONCUSSION AT THE VELVET LOUNGE, 915 U ST. NW. $6. (202) 462-3213.