Murder, Death, and Kisses
So, I'm still barely conscious... and I've been awake since about 6am. But HOT DAMN last night's show was brilliant.
Kiss Kiss brought the fucking throwdown, opening the night with their NYC spazzy sludge, synth and strings sound. Kind of like blending Kling Klang with Gogol Bordello and.. I dunno.. I knew who I was thinking of last night.. An Albatross, maybe? I'm not sure, but they were DAMN good openers, I MUST say. Really well-coordinated sound from noisy thrashing about to giant entire-band-comprised chords strung from drums to keyboard to guitar, to violin, and finally to bass... one end of the spectrum to another. Fuxing brilliant. Great timing, good energy to open the night, fucked up tunes across the board. way to go kids. I'm definitely gunna catch back up with you on the flip side.
O'Death WRECKED IT. Holy damn. This is black americana at its FINEST. These guys made rowdy hicks out of every one of us fucking city boys. EVERYBODY was up and fuckin' stomping their feet to the beat of their acrobatic drum-cussioner with his tambourine-strapped foot and his 1930's red and worn gasoline can on a cymbal stand. The dude playin' the uke and banjo looked like a skinny Zork, and there was much craziness involved with their set. Punk Rock Black Americana. That's my take on that shit. They brought the dirt and shoveled it with a supercharged backhoe named cow-flipper. DAMN. Amazing energy brought and spilled. Love it.
Murder By Death killed me like a killer who kills killers. I liked them before (read: appreciated), but I'm a big damn fan, now. They struck a damn fine chord inside of me seein' them live. They do some fine fine things with their strings, as well. And the cellist is drop-dead-gorgeous, to boot. What a damn nice sound they have, and I'm far more impressed by their singer's voice now that I've witnessed his scrawny over-chopped face belting that shit out with gusto and ease. So VERY VERY pleased by this show. It was a nice follow-up to be able to run into their bassist, Matt, after leaving the show and headin' back to the car as he stepped out for some air out the side door. We had a fun little chat, and he's a real cool guy. Next time those cats come through, we're hangin' out. That's my plan. I'm gunna go and buy 'em all a round of whiskey after the show and kick back and shoot the shit. Damn good times.
SO yeah, all-in-all, it was an alright show, I guess. haha. bullshit. It was un-fuck-canny. I was totally blown away by the entire night and would love to do it again sometime when my leg's not half-fuckin' useless. If I were goin' up north tonight rather than tomorrow, I'd hit their show tonight as well, wherever it might be. It was THAT good.
But, in the meantime, we have our own show to fucking blow apart tonight. AND, I plan to rock the hell outta this house. With any luck, we'll get to try the thing I wanna try at the show, and really bring down the drone. I wanna make your internal organs mosh tonight, so come out and... be prepared to vibrate.
Kiss Kiss brought the fucking throwdown, opening the night with their NYC spazzy sludge, synth and strings sound. Kind of like blending Kling Klang with Gogol Bordello and.. I dunno.. I knew who I was thinking of last night.. An Albatross, maybe? I'm not sure, but they were DAMN good openers, I MUST say. Really well-coordinated sound from noisy thrashing about to giant entire-band-comprised chords strung from drums to keyboard to guitar, to violin, and finally to bass... one end of the spectrum to another. Fuxing brilliant. Great timing, good energy to open the night, fucked up tunes across the board. way to go kids. I'm definitely gunna catch back up with you on the flip side.
O'Death WRECKED IT. Holy damn. This is black americana at its FINEST. These guys made rowdy hicks out of every one of us fucking city boys. EVERYBODY was up and fuckin' stomping their feet to the beat of their acrobatic drum-cussioner with his tambourine-strapped foot and his 1930's red and worn gasoline can on a cymbal stand. The dude playin' the uke and banjo looked like a skinny Zork, and there was much craziness involved with their set. Punk Rock Black Americana. That's my take on that shit. They brought the dirt and shoveled it with a supercharged backhoe named cow-flipper. DAMN. Amazing energy brought and spilled. Love it.
Murder By Death killed me like a killer who kills killers. I liked them before (read: appreciated), but I'm a big damn fan, now. They struck a damn fine chord inside of me seein' them live. They do some fine fine things with their strings, as well. And the cellist is drop-dead-gorgeous, to boot. What a damn nice sound they have, and I'm far more impressed by their singer's voice now that I've witnessed his scrawny over-chopped face belting that shit out with gusto and ease. So VERY VERY pleased by this show. It was a nice follow-up to be able to run into their bassist, Matt, after leaving the show and headin' back to the car as he stepped out for some air out the side door. We had a fun little chat, and he's a real cool guy. Next time those cats come through, we're hangin' out. That's my plan. I'm gunna go and buy 'em all a round of whiskey after the show and kick back and shoot the shit. Damn good times.
SO yeah, all-in-all, it was an alright show, I guess. haha. bullshit. It was un-fuck-canny. I was totally blown away by the entire night and would love to do it again sometime when my leg's not half-fuckin' useless. If I were goin' up north tonight rather than tomorrow, I'd hit their show tonight as well, wherever it might be. It was THAT good.
But, in the meantime, we have our own show to fucking blow apart tonight. AND, I plan to rock the hell outta this house. With any luck, we'll get to try the thing I wanna try at the show, and really bring down the drone. I wanna make your internal organs mosh tonight, so come out and... be prepared to vibrate.