Jesus H. Foxx @ The Bowery, 12 Sep

It’s hard to find a common musical thread amongst the showcase at The Bowery tonight. First up, New York import Golden Ghost (***) – a plugged in solo crooner with soft, rural vocals – doesn’t elicit a reaction from the shoulder-bag set, despite a good effort. Joined by a drummer who complements her lo-fi aethetic with hushed percussion, her bluesy sincerity ends a little lost on the crowd.

Shame about Some Young Pedro (****) as well. Not that their raucous set doesn’t connect with the crowd – more that the band announced it would be their final gig before hiatus. Like most good post-punk/rock bands, SYP haven’t completely forgotten the energy and melody of the genres they’re post. And, Mogwai or Shellac comparisons aside, the band’s simply on point, right down to handling heckles by placing a microphone in the crowd – “This is for opinions.”

Not about to have the spotlight stolen at their EP release, Jesus H. Foxx (****) take the stage, delivering the record’s contents and capping off with some unreleased material. Epic doesn’t often apply to indie-pop, but it must for Foxx. Tonight, they employ beautiful and captivating brass, percussion and vocal arrangements with the tightness of live pros, advocating dense song structure as well as their openers offer a well measured stripped-down style.