The first time i saw Golden Triangle was at the now defunct Passerby Gallery in Chelsea. (ca. 2006?) Upon entering the gallery the walls were plastered with Wu-Tang Clan stickers, and randomly placed Polaroids, tape, and magazine cutouts.  I had never heard Golden Triangle but i thought to myself that if they were anything like the actual “art” on the walls that i would be back at the front bar in no time.  I had noticed a lanky gang roaming around the space before the show and i couldn’t figure out if they were a punk rock construction crew that just finished hanging drywall, all covered in what could of been sheet rock dust, or Goth bakers that just finished a shift flouring loafs of bread.  Either way, i was intrigued.  The lights went off, and there was a sudden wall of noise, part offensive, feeling like you were now trapped in their world, and part awesome.  Then the smell. Then the blood.  Then the nudity.  All of this before they started a song. The show started with bloody ritual involving live eels, a knife, and half the band, if i remember correctly were busy helping disembowel a sacrificial host.  After the crescendo had built up, the ritual was over and the band broke straight into their set.  It was loud, fast, and for some reason one of the guitars had a Nintendo Gameboy attached to it.  The bassist was doing a balancing act in heels on top of a speaker cabinet with her eyes closed with a bloody knee, but your eyes were fixed on the front -women who looked just how they sounded, ghosts of Sirens wailing through an echo chamber, dancing and shaking tambourines in unison like they were chains clanking.  Needless to say, it was amazing.  Golden Triangle has grown a lot since this show and 2010 should be their year.  They remain the hardest working band in NYC.   CHEERS.