I love writing this blog. How much do I love it, you ask? Recently, I got Season 1 of The Wire from Netflix. I plowed through the whole thing in fairly short order, and now I'm hooked. This last Saturday, I went out to Hastings and picked up Seasons 1 and 2 on DVD. Despite these recent acquisitions, I managed to pull myself away from the TV to check out this show at the Shredder. That's how much I love writing this blog.
There wasn't much of a crowd for this show, possibly due to the fact that quite a few other shows were scheduled this night. Oh well. For those other folks' sakes, I hope that those shows were as good as this one was.
First up this night was local four-man horror punk group The Acrotomoans. I've never had a band dedicate nearly every song of their set to me before. That's what I got for having worked with their bass player, Kyle Mann, for over two years at a call center (he still works there, poor bastard). At least the dedications came from a kick-ass band. Their punk-metal sound emphasized punk over metal and was all the better for it: they deployed their bonesawing guitar riffs and freight-train basslines and drumming in the service of smart, well-crafted three/four-minute songs. I could hear some traces of Axl Rose and Glenn Danzig in frontman Luke Gushwa's powerful groan-and-growl, but he was savvy enough not to let influence become imitation. It was damn good stuff, although I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about having a song entitled "Left to Rot" dedicated to me.
After The Acrotomoans came The Bloody Mess Rock Circus. You know a punk/hard rock band's good when they can stick a Doors medley into their set (and include some of their best tracks too--"Roadhouse Blues," "Back Door Man," "Break On Through") and not have their originals sound the worse for it. Christopher T. Baggins and Justin Case's lean, muscular bass and drums provided the perfect platform for Andy Friend's galvanizing guitar work and Bloody F. Mess' shrewd, rough vocals. When they switched to acoustic for one song, it only made even clearer how sharp their songwriting is. They made me think a little of Alice Cooper's early stuff (Love It to Death, Killer), only faster and even tougher. It's really a shame that more people weren't there to see them: this was real Saturday night music if there ever was any.
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