It's been nearly two years since I last saw Evangelista at Cake Shop, but the experience was so searing, so unlike anything I'd ever experienced, I can remember every detail as if it were yesterday. So, when I heard they were playing The Stone last Saturday, in what may very well have been their last New York appearance, I hightailed it down there straight from Carnegie, arriving just as they were starting their late set. In front of a packed room, they played an hour-long set, mixing experimental sounds (via cello, laptop and guitars) with apocalyptic cowboy music (think: The Doors). Led by the astonishing Carla Bozulich, who channels everyone from Patti Smith to Evangelical preachers, the experience was both ecstatic and brutal, soothing and terrifying, revealing deep, dark truths too painful to reveal. For awhile there, I wasn't all that certain we were going to get out of there alive. Which, of course, is all part of their seduction. 

Godspeed, Voyager. Hope to see you again. (More pics at the fan page.)