| 2022-02-12 | Red Bird | 23:16 | Goose |
Stage AE |
Pittsburgh |
PA | That thunder Seger was waiting on has finally arrived and it is Tweekz. Out of the ashes of this foundation shaking polyrhythmic cacophony emerges your new avian overlord, a screaming terrible phoenix sent to punish us all, the mighty Pittsbird. |
| 2022-03-05 | Red Bird | 20:38 | Goose |
Brooklyn Bowl |
Nashville |
TN | July 1999. Jetta Factory. Guangzhou, CN. In a syncopated rhythmic dance the Furbys whir & clink down the assembly line. A sudden burst of deafening light incinerates workers as the Phoenix apparates, providing a new directive. Tiger Electronics source code overwritten w/ dark sentience. Beaks accented w/ razor blades. Eyes w/ lasers. Fur w/ mecha scales. Wings snap into place. With cries of mangled Furbish, the nightmare creatures swarm like bats through the window above to carry out their terrible mission. |
| 2022-04-29 | Red Bird | 21:02 | Goose |
Salvage Station |
Asheville |
NC | On this Bird's lucky voyage #7 we become hypnotized by cyclical dizzying flight patterns while a menacing undercurrent of fuzzed out Fuck Buttons-esque synth washes and coordinated sonic booms slowly cracks open a glowing fissure in the Earth, the triumphant cries of the Ashebird grow ever murderous and it goes in for the kill, ripping our face clean off our head and sending us plummeting to our molten doom. |
| 2022-11-13 | Red Bird | 15:39 | Goose |
Cool Insuring Arena |
Glens Falls |
NY | Donning cap, goggles, & scarf you rev your doghouse engine and take to the sky, faithful yellow co-pilot at your side. Engaging The Big Red Baron you move into a graceful aerial dance, as many shots dodged as fired. With the Baron finally in your cross-hairs, a lurch & deafening BANG before you pull the trigger. Drat! What’s this? Woodstock is flying toward the Baron, looking orange and shifting redder. Sabotage! Betrayal! Your foes heckle you as your ruined engine sputters and you glide downward, defeated. |
| 2023-03-23 | Red Bird | 15:32 | Goose |
Roadrunner |
Boston |
MA | The sun beats down as the galleon plods rhythmically through the gentle open ocean. An alarm cry from the crows nest. The quiet sea begins to boil as the terrible mecha phoenix of the Enemy rises from the water and into the sky. Cries of terror and resignation as the creature bursts aflame and slams its wings into the hull in a furious rage, capsizing and igniting the vessel as the horribly blackened crew all sink lifelessly to their demise. |
| 2023-04-01 | Red Bird | 19:11 | Goose |
Ryman Auditorium |
Nashville |
TN | Overly tipsy on moonshine after the Stevie Wonder show, our feathered hero stumbles into the local honky tonk joint. Unexpectedly finding himself in the midst of a racous barroom brawl, he puts his drunken Kung Fu skills to work and deftly ties up some loose ends. |
| 2023-06-29 | Red Bird | 14:56 | Goose |
Peach Music Festival |
Scranton |
PA | For the Bird’s first big amphitheater outing, “November Rain” and “Layla” codas hatch a tiny chick and implant it deep within your amygdala, pecking squarely at your heartstrings in a crescendoing symphony. Paralyzed by pangful euphoric blinding rapture, the soul inflates as a metaphysical supernova, slowly bursting through… departing… leaving vacancy in your Earthly shell for the Wolf to take hold. |
| 2023-10-07 | Red Bird | 17:04 | Goose |
West Lawn at Lory Student Center |
Fort Collins |
CO | Moving with peak efficiency this "Red Bird" drops into darkness more quickly than a Spirit Halloween can fill the void of a dead retail store. The summoned Avian Entity arrives and decides to have a bit of fun on this day. Playfully tugged at like psychic marionettes, the members of Goose channel an impromptu film score to the River Spirit’s arrival at the Aburaya Bathhouse, tapping “Moby” to complete the scene. |
| 2024-06-05 | Red Bird | 23:17 | Goose |
Factory, The |
Chesterfield |
MO | Roaring down the open road, radio blaring “...and the road goes on forever I’ve got one more silver...”, feeling mellow mischievous, the sea pans into view. Now barreling along the cliffs the Rider abruptly plunges into the sea, radio cut dead in the depths replaced by embryonic deep whooshing saline heartbeat. Feeling a needful pull toward the surface a triumphant new driving rhythm crackles the airwaves while screaming ablaze toward shouts emanating from vermin in their wooden coffin soon-to-be a pyre. |