The Cave is situated smack underneath the middle of downtown Chapel Hill, a teeming metropolis of 60,000 people with a surprisingly bustling weekend dining scene. After we loaded in (and then parked the van at the top of the Parking Deck of Babel), my childhood friend Tom took us to one of those Greek restaurants where they have three different menus and a billion different vegetable salads behind a glass case.
How was the food, you ask?
That’s ONE pita sandwich. (Bass player for scale).
Angela made out like a bandit with a square of cheese baklava. We had never seen this before and couldn’t figure out what kind of cheese was in it, but damn if it wasn’t tasty.
We stuffed our faces and then wobbled back to the Cave, where Sam and Jamie rapped with Tom at great length about Nuclear Assault and guitar gear while we prepared for the show.
May 15, 2015: The Cave (Chapel Hill, NC) with
Bedowyn and Irata the Hag and Suppressive Fire
This date went through a couple of different iterations. Our original opener, Irata, of Greensboro, had to drop out due to an injury about a month out from the show. Then, urgent family matters sidelined Raleigh’s Bedowyn earlier this week.
So ultimately, Omotai was the only band from the original lineup that ended up actually playing this show. Many thanks and much respect to the Hag and Suppressive Fire (both also of Raleigh) for stepping up and making this an actual show instead of a dead spot on our calendar!
The Hag played first. They sounded a bit like Karp; guitarist Dustin Creider’s riffs and tone (he played through an old Acoustic solid-state amp with most of the high end rolled off) put Sam in mind of Josh Homme, and mixed nicely with Matt Thomas’s bass.
I thought the best part of their set was Dustin’s voice, which, when run through the PA, achieved a crazy effect of producing two tones at once, as if he was using overtone singing. I don’t know if this was his intent or not, but it sounded pretty cool. Check out their stuff.
We had a good set. Melissa played the house 4×10, which was surprisingly hearable. The only other thing of note that I recall is that as Jamie was playing the intro to Dead, the vibration caused an errant beer to wander off the top of an upright piano that had been repurposed as a table. Oops! Setlist:
A Ruined Oak
Lesbian Cycling Drama
Suppressive Fire closed things down with a set of old-skool Florida-style death metal.
Here’s Joseph ripping out some phat atonal shredding. Aw yeah!
Hey wait a second. Doesn’t his tattoo look kinda familiar? ENHANCE
Their drummer Brandon was also pretty killer. Look at this kit man! Count ’em- THREE China cymbals. Yeah!
I like the expression on his face. STOP TAKING MY PICTURE. Aw cmon bro, don’t be like that! (Just kidding, these dudes were super nice)
Would you care to take a gander at Joseph’s backup guitar, which he had emblazoned with a decal of the poster art for the classic Lee Marvin film The Dirty Dozen?
Go check out Suppressive Fire. These dudes are a trip.
This homeboy was just chilling with his human in the back room of the Cave. Hella cute!
Huge thanks to the Hag, Suppressive Fire, Ben and everyone at the Cave for helping us out. Also thanks to Bedowyn and Irata- both of them were really stoked to do this show with us and we’re sorry that it didn’t work out. We’ll make sure to come back soon and do this again!
After the show we scooted over to Tom’s apartment, where he and I reminisced and he showed us some of his favorite guitars, including this boss Firebird copy he had made:
In Tar Heel Blue, nonetheless.
This morning we breakfasted on UNLIMITED COFFEE and everything bagels (the only worthwhile kind of bagel) that Tom had left for us, but we didn’t get to see him because he and his wife Becky (Angela: “does that make you Huckleberry Finn?”) had to run off to baby class. Oh did I forget to mention Becky is 8 months pregnant? And she and Tom are moving NEXT WEEK? These are the kinds of people that you depend on when you’re on tour. How did Sam put it?