Dark Inside the Sun

Van-dwelling musician conquers fear of Death while in the throes of mind-shattering suicidal impulses by realizing, "None of this is real - Fuck it... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!". Proceeds to manifest said insight through a few drums, a ton of broken drumsticks, many beat up electric guitars, a cheap acoustic guitar, an even cheaper keyboard, a "grotesque" getup, a little girl's heart, a grown man's voice, and a hopelessly hopeful poetic soul. La, la, la, la, la, la, la... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* Show Review by Oren Magid * -=-=-=-=-=- "Dark Inside the Sun is a project of Steve Gigante’s. Steve is also a member of W-S Burn and has performed in 7 Year Rabbit Cycle (also on the albums, 'Animal People' and 'Wind Machines'/Free Porcupine Society Records), Brother JT (also on 'Hang In There, Baby' and 'Jelly Roll Gospel'/Drag City Records, 'Maybe We Should Take Some More'/Birdman Records, and 'Indoor Sunshine'/Heavy G Records), Old Time Relijun, Deerhoof, Badgerlore, Six Organs of Admittance, THFTFFTHF (also on the self-released albums, 'Wave Off' and 'Shelle'), Hubcap City (from Belgium), Hush Arbors (also on 'Landscape of Bone' [cd]/Three Lobed Recordings, and 'live at the pilot light' [cdr]/self released), The Cherry Blossoms, Peter & the Wolf (also on 'The Ivori Palms'), The Weird Weeds, Fork In The Blender (also on the self-released 3-disc set, 'Training Bra Sweat'), and Tiny Bird Mouth(s), as well as with Dennis Palmer of the Shaking Ray Levis. He also contributed guitar and mandolin, respectively, to the first two Eddie the Rat albums ('Eddie the Rat' and 'Lip-synching in zero Gravity'). Steve has toured the U.S. extensively as DItS both on his own and with Old Time Relijun, Fat Worm of Error, and the Gorge Trio. Dark Inside the Sun has a song ("Truly Cursed") on Arthur Magazine's Bastet Label release, 'Bread, Beard, and Bear's Prayers' (Bastet 0005), compiled by Ethan Miller (Comets On Fire/Howlin' Rain) and another song (a cover of "Wheely Freed Speaks to the People") on the released-online-only-by-the-band Deerhoof tribute album, "Deerhoof: Coverhoof!"; has released two recordings on Yeay! Cassettes, ‘So that I may not die while I am still alive' and 'See the Darkness Shine'; another cassette release on Alamagator Records, 'A Little Nervous', as well as a split-cassette with Catheter Stretch, 'Split/Red (Stab/Job)'; a cdr release of all acoustic songs, 'Fishing With a Lightning Rod', both self-released and on Nokahoma Records; a collection of electric and acoustic songs, 'Chattanooga', released by Jelle Crama in both cassette and cdr format on his Drama (cdr) and Imvated (cassette) labels (Belgium); a trilogy of self-released loud/electric/drums discs: a.) "XSTRIPSHARDSX" (gray) b.) "XTRIPSHARDX" (green) c.) "XRIPSHARX" (pink); a self-released 2-disc set recorded in Knoxville, TN, "Live, Drunk, Acoustic"; and his most current release (produced by Greg Saunier), entitled, "trance state spitfire in 3 directions at once...", is out now on the Dust Wind Tales label (UK), as well as in self-released cdr format. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -=-=-I spent the early portion of the evening inhaling smoke through my already damaged throat, fighting with life, screaming and punching the steering wheel of my car. I had three or so hours to kill before the Dark Inside the Sun show, which I helped to arrange, and nowhere to go (being an hour from home and without friends in town). I alternated sitting in my car or in the ‘park’ adjacent to the parking lot – chain-smoking and crying. I had just gotten off the phone with my ex-girlfriend, and it was now clear to me that she would remain my EX-girlfriend. That conversation shattered my sense of self, my sense of reality, and my sense of any hope for the future. Try as I might, I absolutely could not console myself. By the time I made my way into the Nightlight (bookstore/café by day, club by night), I think I had pulled it together enough not to freak out those with whom I might interact.The turnout, as with most shows I’ve helped to put on, was quite minimal. I sat with Steve (the man who is Dark Inside The Sun) and took in the opening act; lovely minimal improvisation on sax/trombone, cello, and electronics. The Gorge Trio played next, and about midway through their set Steve’s face lit up and he disappeared. Later, a bit after he should have gone on, he returned with an unsuspecting new audience member. Steve had suited up in his show gear, which I’ll soon describe, and ventured out onto the streets of Chapel Hill with a makeshift sign, in the effort to convince some passers by to come see the show.The Gorge Trio were brilliant, but I was still quite beaten and weary. My entire image of my life had been shattered at that point. It was getting late and I had to work in the morning. The pack of cigarettes I had almost entirely smoked was exacerbating my once embryonic cold, causing me to think about nothing other than my bed, which was over an hour away, and the fetal position.So Steve finally came back from his excursion wearing a skirt, boots, an army jacket, and a hard-hat with a smiley face on it. It’s a rather grotesque look, actually. I can only imagine how many strange reactions he received out on the street before actually finding someone who thought, ‘Gee, this guy looks like somebody who’s up to something interesting’ and consented to follow him wherever he might be going.Armed with a minimal set of drums (kick, snare, hi-hat), electric guitar, keyboard, and fistfuls of fragmented drumsticks, DITS was a flurry of harsh and scattered sounds and images: whisper/screams, violent outbursts and painful silences. It could all seem so utterly random and insincere if you didn’t know any better (or if you are scared by the chaos inside of you). But, having gotten to know Steve fairly well (as well as my own chaos), I can tell you it’s among the most sincere and authentic displays in music today. After the loud, chaotic portion of the performance came the quiet acoustic portion of it. It was so quiet -- Steve plays an unmiked miniature nylon string guitar -- that it demanded your utmost attention to make out much of what was going on. It demanded your intimacy or your rudeness -- nothing in between would suffice.There was something about that night, and every night I’ve seen DITS since then, that I want so desperately to relate to you in words but that I fear is impossible. I had arrived at the Nightlight at absolute bottom. On the surface, there’s nothing about Steve’s performance that should have perked me up or given me hope. What’s so inspiring about seeing someone dressed clownishly, crawling on his knees, spraying splinters in all directions and shouting indecipherable poetry? Well, here’s what: somehow it’s obvious that it all comes from somewhere inside Steve. Regardless of the consequence, he gives it its voice. He gives it expression. Something in his performance tells me that he is being absolutely true to his own sense of himself; the internal and external are integrated, no matter how much of a ‘fool’ that may make him look like to certain people.And, many people do/will think of him that way. I brought my roommate to the next show, convincing him he would at least find it ‘interesting’, and his only comment was the antagonizingly enigmatic ‘I can’t believe he’s still alive’. You will most likely laugh, whether you love it or hate it. You’ll be perplexed. Some will be angered and some touched. Regardless, Steve will be up there doin’ it.That, I think, is the essence of what was so special about that night for me. I witnessed what I perceived to be the necessary art of being true to oneself and one’s situation. I eased my fight with life and began a process of acceptance and renewal. I had been so stuck in my own hopes and fears that I refused to accept the splendor of my life for what it was. That night, October 16th 2003, I let go of what I could no longer reasonably expect to hold onto and began to open myself to what life had to offer me, and what I had to offer in return. All of this may have happened with or without DITS – something had to happen. But, as it turned out, this is what did happen."XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "His performance goes to the extremes between 'INTENSE AS FUCK' and 'SO HEARTFELT YOU WILL CRY'. His lyrics are better than Bob Dylan, and he is a mean motherfucker on guitar and drums, which he sometimes plays at one and the same time... you really owe it to yourself to get to know this man and his music." - Arrington DeDionyso of Old Time Relijun XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "You sincerely owe it to yourself to see this tour. You are missing something if you do not see it. What you are missing is that part of yourself that has most likely become lost. Steve will free that part of you, for the better of course. Steve Gigante lives the travelling American bard life you always wanted to but never did due to its great level of difficulty, hardship, and danger. He has the gift of creating beauty. Truly a hero for our modern times, this DARK INSIDE THE SUN." - Rives (formerly) of Old Time Relijun XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "A great, itinerant performance artist." - Brother JT XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "Dark Inside the Sun encompasses delicate, harsh atonal folk blues at hushed whispers to frenzied rants. It's the sound of bones being broken and the marrow leaking out everywhere. The songs are inspired from the split arteries that criss cross America's shadow. Dark Inside the Sun balances the scratched folk side with deconstructed guitar and drum violence overlaid by chants that is extremely brutal. Amazing one person experience of purity and honesty. It's Charley Patton if he was in the Swans. America rolls around in its own juices. Broken down cars and wicker couches on front porches. Stranded in Kansas. Stranded in KANSAS!! The best part is when you get to lick the spoon!" - EYEDRUM, Atlanta XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "EINSTURZENDE NEUBAUTEN meets Hasil Adkins." - some paper in Louisville, KY XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "Somewhere between front-porch folk and avant-garde improvisation." - some paper in Nashville, TN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "Possibly one of the strangest musical experiences you will experience, depending on how many da da-ist, one-man-bands you've seen." - some online blurb XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "One man/cyclone from Knoxville, TN - watch out for flying drumsticks!" - flyer fron Louisville, KY XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "Very weird performance, solo, guy played guitar and drums at the same time, mostly playing the guitar with a drumstick. And then played some very quiet acoustic songs that were...heartbreaking. So, if you can imagine ridiculousness and then tender emotions at the same time, or later - juxtaposed." - DJ Scott, BSR88.1, Providence, RI XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "A fellow from 7 Year Rabbit Cycle playing guitar and telling you how it Really is." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Dark Inside the Sun just keeps getting better and better. A treasure, no doubt." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Steve rules. I love his songs. Do you?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Dark inside the Sun will certainly unsettle you, but in a way that you will be thankful for afterwards." - Pilot Light site, Knoxville, TN XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* "A man, his electric guitar, his acoustic guitar, an almost-drumset, a casio, and fifty drumsticks! Describing Dark inside the Sun has proven impossible. You just have to hear it. If only all poetry was like this..." - Alamagator on "A Little Nervous" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* BLASTITUDE REVIEW * Dark Inside the Sun: So That I May Not Die, While I Am Still Alive (Yeay! Cassettes) "Heads up for this release, which kind of blew my mind. Dark Inside the Sun is the solo performance project of a Knoxville, Tennessee resident named Steve Gigante who has an interesting pedigree, having played with Brother JT, Deerhoof, and 7 Year Rabbit Cycle. And, when he plays solo under the name Dark Inside the Sun, he does this one-man tribal freak-punk explosion, playing drums and guitar at the same time like he's trying to singlehandedly recreate the Cromagnon album. Kind of inexplicable and invigorating. And there's another side to his coin - some songs 'recorded in his van', a fragile and haunting 'folk song' side, which sounds like one of the few legitimate heirs to the Jandek throne. Dig it!" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX* Review of "Chattanooga" * "Ever wondered how albino rats playing jazz funk greats would sound? Second street to the left and you're halfway out there... Dark Inside the Sun bark primitive in the pure songwriter rattling bone style. A crackling array of wounded instruments that jump like ants out of the pants. Smelly drumsticks, broken Casio, and a delirious craftsmanship of hysteric love songs. Even lower than whale turd at the bottom of the sea... Strongly affiliated with Western Mass psychos 'Yeay!'. Packaged in phat silkscreened fold-out covers by none other than Drama chief Jelle Crama. Limited to 150 copies, if memory card still works..." - Carlo Steegan XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Dark Inside the Sun - See the Darkness Shine [Yeay! Cassettes, 2005] - Review in 'Tape Hiss'/Stylus Magazine by Bryan Berge -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-" This is the second Yeay! Cassettes release from Steve Gigante, member of W-S Burn and Seven Year Rabbit Cycle. Mashing soft, eerie songwriting against cathartic drum attacks and agit-prop crowd bantering, Dark Inside the Sun is as much a performance art concept as a band. Everything here is live; there can be no Dark Inside the Sun Studio album. So much of the album depends on Gigante’s conviction. Otherwise, his onstage antics—calling out Civil War Generals, half-mocking semi-philosophical slur poetics, feedback fuckery as intentional audience irritant/attention-getter—would fall flat. Luckily, Gigante does not lack conviction. In this recording he comes off as a rabid eccentric who’s seized the stage with a personality engaging enough to keep the owners from calling the cops. Crowd noise is noticeably absent from this recording. Not because of carefully editing. This document is far too crudely recorded for such tricks. Rather the audience is simply silenced by Gigante’s energy. While See the Darkness Shine loses something removed from the live setting, it still captures a man bent on expressing himself." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXDark Inside the Sun - A Little Nervous [Alamagator, 2005] - Review in 'Tape Hiss/Stylus Magazine by Bryan Berge -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -=-=-="Readers of this column (are you out there?) may recognize this name from a previous edition. Steve Gigante has released a slew of tapes, most of which have ended up in my stereo for quite some time. Abrasive on first listen, Dark Inside the Sun wears its heart on its sleeve and doesn’t apologize if the blood spray hits you. More blasts of performance punk drum attacks and speak/shout/sing songs and rants, albeit a little more subdued on this tape. Indeed, Gigante includes a couple of folk numbers on this one that—GASP!—don’t appear to be club performances and don’t pertain to politics. As if to compensate for those, Gigante’s opinions are delivered even more forcefully than normal ..ting Loose” and “Pappy,” leading one to suspect Gigante perhaps doesn’t like the Bush regime. Normally such soap-boxing bothers me, but Gigante doesn’t pretend to pretension or authority, and his sincerity burns like California in the summer. Gigante exudes so much energy in his sets that one gets exhausted listening to them. I can only imagine the drain after playing them." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"Dark Inside the Sun brings a raw transcendent honesty to all extremes of the music spectrum. Consisting of one old soul that sears the air with unfettered visions of suicide biographies, burning wicker chairs, coughing swamps and the ghosts of candles. This is the true sound of desolation and anger brought from the depths of the holes in the air through deconstructing violent drum rituals littered with shaky melodic moaning guitars or by gracefully intoning snapping pain willow lonesome poetics over strummed junk acoustic guitars. Very tense and beautiful at the same time and carries all human experience from the city to the country. Evokes the spirit of Charley Patton thrashing in the swollen Mississippi River where no memories are forgotten... only dealt with. Maybe someday the levy will break again. Moon bone carving music." - Matthew Proctor of Pony Bones and Hubcap City (from Belgium) XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXReview of 'Chattanooga' from 'Affenstunde' : "This cd was released on Jelle Crama's Drama label. Dark Inside the Sun is a one man band, Steve Gigante, who by the sounds of things, uses guitar, drums, cheap sounding effects processors and his voice to create this very raw sounding seemingly improvised sound. The cd itself is a live recording with the sounds of people talking in the background. While the audience talk about whatever they are talking about, Gigante presses onwards. The sound itself is a kind of shifting barrage of desperate sounding noise. It sounds like the spirit of rock'n'roll evoking some deranged deep backwater apocalypse. It's relentless in its ferocity and strangeness. Pummeling drums with Gigante ranting over the top, alternating with noise guitar and Gigante ranting over the top. Punctuated with lulls filled with feedback. It's hard work, but definitely worth a listen." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXDARK INSIDE THE SUN is the solo act of mister Steve Gigante from Allentown, PA. A prolific songwriter & incendiary performer, Steve operates in two equally intense modes - pummeling & chaotic multidirectional multi-instrumental electric caveman blues and intimate florid acoustic tunes. In constant motion, Gigante has toured extensively performing solo & in many stellar outfits such as 7 Year Rabbit Cycle, Brother JT, and more recently in the critically-hailed psychfolk duo W-S Burn. - Montague Phantom Brain Exchange XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "DARK INSIDE THE SUN is steve gigante - he plays guitar and drums at the same time while wearing a helmet and some clothes. its expressive and jagged... kind of no-wave and semi-improvisational. then he'll pick up his other guitar and sing a song about his niece. from tennessee." - Show 'blurb' XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "DARK INSIDE THE SUN = on tour, one man band who wrecks drum kit, toys, his voice - it’s an intense performance that veers from primitive improvisation to shambolic pop" - Show 'blurb' XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "DItS=Steve’s totally weird (but occasionally song-like), noisy (but not always loud), confrontational (but not unpleasant), awesome solo set." - Dave Cantwell XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "It was bad ass. Dark Inside the Sun put on a show that had everything from danger to humor. Everyone that saw it will never forget it. Truly an inspiring performance." - Blog Review of a show in Houston XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "One-man breakdown" - Austin Chronicle