I remember listening to a long, tinny mp3 a friend passed along of some noise-rock band. Even through the bad fidelity, the mesmerizing intensity of swirling time distortion hooked me. When Val pinged me again, this time with tickets, I wasn’t going to let a Monday night prevent me from checking them out live. So off we went to downtown Oakland to hear The Psychic Paramount. Dizzying. Crushing. Time-stretching. Fantastic. Transcendent. Inspirational. Click an image below to view the slide show.