"That was the most evil slide guitar I've ever heard."

"That was the most evil slide guitar I've ever heard."

So went my thoughts about three minutes into Fey Gods' set last Wednesday at The Summit.

It was only Nick and Lula Perry's second appearance of the year after they seemed to have about a gig a week the past several years, first as two-thirds of nauseous garage blasters Grave Blankets, then playing an electronic update of the sound under the current Fey Gods guise.

The couple persevered as a duo after shuffling through drummers at a Spinal Tap-worthy clip, but one gets the sense Grave Blankets would have ended up sounding like this even if Nick and Lula had managed to hold on to a beat-keeper.

After all, pre-programmed though they may be, the drums in Fey Gods are more rock 'n' roll than what many live percussionists provide - no "disco-punk" here.

The agitated keyboard sounds that crept into the latter stages of Grave Blankets have become the backbone of Fey Gods, as Nick and Lula take turns manning a massive rig of synthesizers while the other rocks a guitar.

The setup doesn't allow for much visceral impact, but I was rarely bored during the half-hour Fey Gods were on stage, partially because they make diverse use of their tools.

The first couple selections featured Lula wailing away at the aforementioned ominous slide guitar chords while Nick hunched over the Moog, manipulating spooky sounds. The haunted clang and bang recalled Velvet Underground's noisier moments.

Later they switched places and attempted woozy dirge, snarling riff-rock and angry pop. Each contribution was more entertaining than irritating to these ears, though part of the fun was in seeing how far they could press into the noise side of noise pop without disappearing into an experimental black hole.

This music will not win Fey Gods many admirers - the Summit was nearly vacant Wednesday - but it did capture the imagination of obscure-yet-influential HoZac Records, which released the band's new "Untied" b/w "Bury Me Standing" 7-inch this summer.

Grab one before the collectors sweep them up, and you'll become the proud owner of another bizarre Columbus artifact from a pair of the city's unsung talents.