Look, if you're gonna have a metal/punk/grind show, you
might as well have it in the basement of an Elks lodge that has cement floors,
wood-paneled walls and a goddamn elk's head on the wall. Also, most of the beer
was served in cans and the selection ran the gamut from Budweiser to Miller to
Pabst.
Burn the Witch kicked off the night with a solid set of metal/stoner/cowbell rock. Some of these dudes have played in bands like Overcast and Seemless and they pretty much know what the fuck they're doing at all times, so you're in good hands with them.
Psycho was next. These guys have been churning out their own brand of punk/grind since the 1940's it seems, and they don't fuck around at all. They have a million releases and even served time as GG Allin's backing band. Guitarist Johnny X channeled his inner Greg Ginn and pulled off some atonal noise solos that would curl your toenails. Songs clock in around the minute mark for the most part, anything longer is fucking epic.
Rawradarwar assaulted the audience next. Imagine shoving your head inside a running airplane engine while some maniac yells at you to shove it in farther and you get an idea of what these guys are all about. Boston's reigning kings of D-beat/doom played a blistering set and took no prisoners, choosing instead to cut their heads off and dropkick them across the room. Vicious.
And then Motherboar closed out the night, vocalist Kenny barking his exhortations through a custom microphone which was actually part of a Pabst tall-boy can. These dudes take elements of Mastodon, Scissorfight and hunting and make them their own. A new album called "Croctosquatch" is in the can just waiting to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world, so stock up on water and call your relatives for the last time.
Burn the Witch kicked off the night with a solid set of metal/stoner/cowbell rock. Some of these dudes have played in bands like Overcast and Seemless and they pretty much know what the fuck they're doing at all times, so you're in good hands with them.
Psycho was next. These guys have been churning out their own brand of punk/grind since the 1940's it seems, and they don't fuck around at all. They have a million releases and even served time as GG Allin's backing band. Guitarist Johnny X channeled his inner Greg Ginn and pulled off some atonal noise solos that would curl your toenails. Songs clock in around the minute mark for the most part, anything longer is fucking epic.
Rawradarwar assaulted the audience next. Imagine shoving your head inside a running airplane engine while some maniac yells at you to shove it in farther and you get an idea of what these guys are all about. Boston's reigning kings of D-beat/doom played a blistering set and took no prisoners, choosing instead to cut their heads off and dropkick them across the room. Vicious.
And then Motherboar closed out the night, vocalist Kenny barking his exhortations through a custom microphone which was actually part of a Pabst tall-boy can. These dudes take elements of Mastodon, Scissorfight and hunting and make them their own. A new album called "Croctosquatch" is in the can just waiting to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world, so stock up on water and call your relatives for the last time.
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