Mount Kimbie is touring with a rapper that looks like Hurley from Lost and flows like Brother Ali. Jonwayne is his stage moniker, and before you brush off his name as another hackneyed attempt to creatively appropriate an already established brand, listen to this: Not only is his real name Jon Wayne, the famous Hollywood cowboy of the same stage name took the handle from Jonwayne’s great-great-great-great-great uncle—true story. Stones Throw Records initially signed Jonwayne for his production skills, but his salient rhymes and masterful flow are going to be responsible for winning the rapper back his family name. His beat-making skills are nothing to scoff at either, and Wayne's performance was an excellent sonic introduction to Mount Kimbie.
Arguably responsible for the creation of the term “post-dubstep,” Mount Kimbie is two English dudes who can’t remember what kind of band they are; at times they played indie electronica, sampling an exhaustive catalog of effervescent ambience that prodded a collective hipster head bob from the crowd. The transition from bass-heavy sound to a hazier, ambient electronica is one of the factors that places the band outside the parameters of standard dubstep. But then Mount Kimbie busted out crunchy guitars that riffed heavy minimalist jams, and then bass so thick it fuzzied arm hairs, dubstepping to a climax that dropped some serious dance beats without being cliché; at that point you had to wonder whether their sound even falls within the vague framework of post-dubstep. Their entire set was like a SBTRKT remix of the lovechild of Boards of Canada and Brian Eno—and as you might imagine, that’s a pretty awesome confluence to witness.
The band played to an incredibly receptive audience at The Sinclair. A swiftly oscillating slideshow of seemingly random images backdropped the performance and provided a subliminal supplement to the music. Regardless of any specific effect it had, the audience was certainly enraptured by Mount Kimbie. This observer was so enthralled that he failed to stop dancing in time to nab a good picture. It was an unexpectedly fantastic show—check these guys out.