Vancouver's Nu Sensae delivered a set of punk rock fury. Photo: Alexander Ortega
How did you hear about the band?
I first encountered Nü Sense via a promo CD sent to the SLUG Mag office. As it played over the speakers, Andrea Lukic's coalescence from sonorous, hollow singing to terrifying shrieks pulled me in and didn't let me go.
If you had to marry one band member, who?
Andrea Lukic. There was just something about her—the same thing I like about Chelsea Wolfe—which makes me think that she would have a nice conversation with me one day over tea, then strangle me in my sleep the next. I like that in a girl. Just like in their recorded work, her vocals flew gracefully than tore into the audience's ears. Lukic's bright eyes and blonde hair made her seem almost ghostly in the outside Holy Mountain Backyard tent, where the purple and green washed over her like a phantom sea. Plus, her baggy Neil Young shirt, which I've seen her wear time and time again in photos, adds a fun, campy touch to her style.
If you were in this band, what would you play?
I would play keys in Nü Sensae. Not that they need anything else instrumentally—they just exude this gloominess that would make me want to get my Dracula on, and thus, an organ might fit perfectly. Nü Sensae are a self-proclaimed steam punk–meets-grunge band, so maybe I could add to the steam punk element by playing old-timey piano.
If you could see this band perform with any other musical group, who would it be?
I would love to see Nü Sensae perform with SLC locals Horsha on the Moon. Nü Sensae provides a perfect juncture for aggressive bands or softer bands to plausibly be in a showcase with them. Their beats are mid-tempo, and the band embodies a dichotomy of soothing drives of musical movement and erratic cacophony. The band closed with their surf-like tune, as their guitarist strummed fiercely at his white, lefty telecaster.
What was the crowd's reaction?
Though tranquil, the crowd was thick and transfixed. Some people sidled to and fro, but it was almost as if they were watching a movie. Somehow, this chemistry worked: Lukic's singing functioned like soothsayers around a campfire, except a campfire that is underwater in a ship with fish ghosts. The crowd bobbed along, not moving too much, but soaking in the mood.