The Waiting Room Lounge

Joan of Arc

w/ Future of the Ghost & Capgun Coup

Over the last ten years and multiple albums, Joan of Arc has spanned the gamut of inconsistency. On one album they ould be lavished with frothy critical adoration, the next the band would be torn apart, barely understood, everything but spit upon. One album they would be lauded as one of the greatest American avant-garde / acoustic-electronic bands in years, the next they’d be misappropriated as “arty-emo.” Joan of Arc was always dangerous ahead of the game, making albums that were as beautiful as they were confrontational; lush and jarring acoustic guitar tracks piled ceiling high, via Pro-Tools, atop plaintive vocals and sharp smattering of digitally edited arrangements. Joan of Arc was mixing Fahey, situationism, a Cassavetes fetish and Midwestern-winter ennui into an elaborate, seams-out fuck-it-all which was only truly consistent in that it was as compelling as it was baffling.