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Love 666

Love 666

Sane people can make noise rock. Really. But the fellas of Love 666 do not seem sane. They’re terrifying: big, hairy, and pretty much the kind of people you aren’t supposed to take candy from. Watching them perform is sort of like witnessing an execution or a car accident, and Nashville Sounds amounts to one 20-minute-long noisy tirade, with discernible parts only appearing through missing segments of songs. The only respite from the aural barrage is Dave Unger’s hauntingly quiet voice, which wonderfully foils this band-at-war. You’ll want to know what this guy is saying—his voice is too low in the mix to completely understand. On the Web site Love666.com, you’ll find “Some Lyrics,” which run more along the lines of a deranged rant combined with mathematical formula. A Misfitsesque B-movie ruse? Don’t think so. More like scary guys playing scary noise and ranting about indecipherable scary things. If I were young, I’d cover my ears.—Mike Kanin