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Having adopted the moniker of the malevolent, brick-throwing mouse in George Herriman’s early 20th century Krazy Kat comic, Belgian Bram Devens’ guitar compositions might initially suggest an old-school approach. Instead, they hover somewhere between Charlie Patton, Jandek and whatever an afterlife of oblivion sounds like. At the surface, Ignatz builds his songs on a mix of primitive bayou blues and various folk strains, but he is constantly deconstructing those frameworks through ghostly effects, drone-like ragas and brief improvisations. To be clear, this has nothing to do with the noodling solos of ’60s guitar heroes or the plasticized revivalism of the Americana cult worshippers. This is murky and intimate lo-fi fare far more alive than either of those musty museum exhibits, and it’s a rare treat for Charlotte to host a truly underground artist. With Ghost Trees. (John Schacht)
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