If you have ever watched a giant, gypsy-squid decked out for the West Indian Day Parade flail its throbbing, costumed tentacles in its death throes, brought on by eating too many LSD laced crawfish, then you have a rough idea of what a performance by Brooklyn's Golden Triangle is like. Golden Triangle sounds like a heavy garage band fronted by the mad witches from Macbeth were doused with the B-52s. Vocals weave in and out of the simultaneously sparse and heavy sounds created by the guitars while the bass and drums remind us that we are still anchored firmly in a frenetic earthly plane.- by Little Milton Hex Ed