A few months ago, I sat poolside with friends in Palm Springs. Amid the quiet desert sublime, we reminisced about all the live music we've experienced over the years, just about every big and small act since the mid-80s: Prince, David Bowie, Guns 'n Roses, Bruce Springsteen, and the Yeah Yeahs Yeahs among the them. But My Bloody Valentine, we decided, was the ultimate experience. The group is reportedly among the top-10 loudest bands of all time, louder than Black Sabbath or Metallica, but still quieter than the Who. My Bloody Valentine's beautiful, shoegaze noise rolls off the stage and over the crowd like invisible boulders.
Pharmakon, whose performance I recently attended, wasn't anything like this. Pharmakon is a lone woman, Margaret Chardiet, who tortures tones and pulses out of mixers, loops, and other assorted electronics, and she also screeches into the mic. It wasn't exactly music to me, more a physical experience. At the climax of her performance at Gray Area, a space dedicated to art and technology in San Francisco's Mission district, she pulled out an A/V cord, taped it up her forearm, slapped her head and slid her arm all over her body,…
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