But it was when the two came together to perform as a duo that the evening blindsided with a sheer cacophonous rapture that I'd be incredibly lucky to experience again. Being too young to have seen the legendary, untouchable Harry Pussy in concert, seeing Orcutt and Corsano's duo is perhaps the closest I will ever get to knowing that power in the flesh. Orcutt back on electric; Corsano slaughtering the skins. This was by far the best show I've seen this year.
This isn't taken from the Brooklyn show, but it's a clip from their tour stop in Philly; it amply captures the duo at their peak for those who may have missed out.