I’m sitting here drinking Merlot and trying to decipher what I just saw.
This was a stacked line-up if there ever was one. Four bands blowing
your head off with distortion, riffs and “Yes, I mean it” vocals. Holy
shit. Okay.
Lo-Pan delivered the fucking riffs
like Lo-Pan does. Like a current Only Living Witness, if you will. And
you will. See, you can’t argue with songs like this. You wanna fuck with
“El Dorado”? Go ahead, be my guest. Let me know when someone else
writes a song like this again. Moving on…
Primate
are the Blind Faith of the underground metal world. A supergroup if
there ever was one. Why aren’t they wearing capes? Look, you’ve got
Kevin Sharp from Brutal Truth and Bill Kelliher from Mastodon in this
fucking band. No disrespect to the other three guys at all, but I have
no idea who they are. Did they rule? Yes, they did. And this was after
they broke down on the way to Boston in some Maryland hellhole and
basically were lucky to escape with all of their organs intact and
accounted for. Throw in some Black Flag and it’s nothing but win at that
point.
Holy double kick, Batman. Goatwhore
weren’t fucking around at all. They started their set with no hesitation
and began pummeling the audience straight off, no build up. It was
basically like getting your head chopped off while you weren’t paying
attention. What followed was a barrage of guitar solos, incensed
bellowing and double kick upon double kick. Here, put your head on this
jackhammer, you might like it.
High On Fucking Fire.
Matt Pike is the best guitar player on the planet right now. Do not
question this. Dude was pulling out some Mahavishnu shit during solos.
Basically it was a cross of Motorhead and early Larry Coryell (look him
up). All the shit was played. “10,000 Years” destroyed everything. The
whole band was in top form, including Pike, whose stint in rehab only
made his playing tighter and more focused, like laser guided napalm. One
of the best performances I’ve ever been witness to, no doubt.
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