Through the gray fog illuminated by a waxing and waning of changing colors, she stood with a mic to her mouth and a lantern in the opposite hand. Her voice was like the sound of the sirens that entranced Odysseus' men as they sailed the epic turbulent seas. Lanterns reminiscent of a beehive were hanging above Megan James and Corin Roddick, the duo that comprise Purity Ring, as they performed the long-awaited show on Wednesday night at Town Ballroom.

The show was everything I hoped it would be. I became enveloped in Purity Ring, thanks to MaltDisney's (TOATS ORIG) video from their performance at Mohawk Place in 2011. From then until now, Purity Ring has gone from single releases playing a small scale event at Mohawk to a debut album playing a packed house show at the Ballroom. Their sound mirrored that of their productions. The visuals were ideal for the show: esoteric and surreal inspiring. Roddick was hypnotizing as he played his custom cocoon-like instrument that is synched for percussion and lighting. James in her black dress was often silhouetted through out the show, which only added more to the mystical vibes of the night. "Cartographist" was so intensely transcendent, mental images of scattered pentacles, stacked swords, tipped cups and propped wands reverberated with her embryonic vocals. "And I laughed in the light of the moon, was so close from the stem of the bloom." In addition to playing songs from their album Shrines, they also played the cover of Soulja Boy's "Grammy." You know that song you really hope to hear during a show but the chances of it happening are uncertain? You know that feeling you get when your on the floor and you hear it start to play through the speakers? I was ecstatic.

Blue Hawaii opened the night, and I was pleasantly blown away at how great they were. Their energy was dreamy but not spacey to the point of mellowing me out. "Realize your true orgasmic capabilities...2013. Orgasmic capabilities," said Raph Standell-Preston, female vocalist of the duo, as she introduced a song all about the poetry of masturbation. Wonderfully adorable with some killer pipes, she alongside Alexander Cowan were the ideal warm-up group for the night. This was undeniable as I walked down the tiers onto the dancefloor and nearly had my Stoli and cranberry knocked from my hands as the man next to me danced uncontrollably, fluid and interpretative. It also may have been acid.

It was a memorable show that lived up to the anticipatory expecations I had.

Thanks to fellow buffaBLOGGER Cliff Parks, he caught the entirety of Purity Ring's performance of "Obedear." Check it out.