Source: Phoenix New Times. Amacher, Young, Zorn, etc.
Sitting in the pews at St. Augustine’s, I feel like I’m in the belly of a dying whale. It’s Halloween night and a deafening roar is swelling inside the church hall, an all-consuming noise that makes my body vibrate like a struck bell. Onstage is a group of musicians dressed in black. Bathed in soft LED candle light, they’re coaxing this gigantic death wail out of their instruments: Choral voices, organs, strings, computers, percussion. Wooden beams curve above the giant cross hovering over the stage; The way they jut out makes them like rib bones, or the underside of an ark.