Albuquejr Albquerh Duke City accompanied by the dulcet tones of Rob Halford: “Pounding the wor-uld / like a bat-ter-ing ram!”
Also on the playlist for this drive according to Sam were Ace Frehley (??? I don’t remember this), Altamont, Asobi Seksu, Failure, Jesu, Kowloon Walled City, Kylesa, Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Mountain, Optional Body, Peloton, Pink Floyd, PJ Harvey, A Plague On You, the Police, Royal Thunder, Sleep, Trifonic, and Zoroaster.
Somehow we got to talking about friends that we met on the Internet long ago, and old bands that we found on the Internet. On the way up from Houston to Dallas I had put on the self-titled LP by the great 1990s San Diego emo band Boilermaker, and I was surprised to discover how hard it was to find any information about the band and that album in particular. I couldn’t even figure out what year it came out. There are a lot of bands from that era who were on small labels or put their music out themselves on whatever website was available, and now that all of those sites are gone, it can be tough to find information about them or even to find copies of the songs. I don’t even remember what sites I used to go to in order to get samples of random emo bands from Florida or whatever, and I couldn’t begin to know where to get those songs today. They say that the Internet is forever but for a lot of things that’s not strictly true.
I guess what I’m saying is, better print out all those LJ posts if you want to read them when you’re 80.
#6: The Hi-Dive (Denver), August 14, with Abrams, Deer Creek and 908
Abrams seem to be drawing a lot from aggro east coast hardcore, particular in guitarist Zachary Amster’s classic Les Paul/ Orange setup and their shouty vocals, but with some heavily syncopated rhythms. They had one song in 7 that I particularly liked. Drummer Jason Carter was playing a big Gretsch Catalina Club kit that sounded beefy and awesome. We all liked these guys a lot.
Also their bassist had incredible hair. Dude was like a Viking, and when he gave me an affectionate punch on the shoulder later in the evening it damn near knocked me over.
Deer Creek play fun stoner rock with about wizards and stuff. I just had to write down the lyrics to one song:
“Thrust into the ice black ether
Frozen spikes of fear my dear
Plunge into the [something something]
Clenching fist [something something] last grasp”
I didn’t quite catch them all but you get the idea.
I thought these dudes were pretty great. Their bass player Paul stomped like Godzilla to emphasize the hits in the music, and guitarist Conan (pronounced CAH-nan) played an SG. . . just classic nerdy stoner rock. I talked to them after the show and they were real soft-spoken nice guys. Type of dudes who were metal geeks when being a metal geek was not cool at all. They reminded me of the Linus Pauling Quartet a bit in that respect. Thumbs up.
When we had showed up to the Hi-Dive there were some hard-looking dudes wearing black t-shirts outside. Me, I was wearing a blue shirt that said “TOURIST” in big letters that Angela got me from Niagara Falls. She told me “you might want to change into a black shirt. You’ll have to bring it hard if you want to play in an ironic t-shirt with this crowd.”
“You don’t think we brought it hard enough last night?” I said. She shrugged and rolled her eyes.
I accepted the challenge and declined to change my shirt. . . we made every effort to bring it and I think people appreciated it. It was a small crowd but I could feel a really good energy coming from them. As a bonus this was the first show where I managed to check all the boxes setting up my kick drum so that it didn’t walk across the floor during the show! The sound engineer, Sandy, had the kick drum pumping through the drum monitor too, so all in all this was a really good show for me from a foot perspective. I got so excited that I tried to do some fancy stick-crossing stuff during “Spanish Constellation,” and I paid the price in the form of a dropped stick. Serves me right.
(Same set as the other shows on this tour)
908 closed the show with a set of classic grindcore with a snide, sarcastic edge. Singer (name), who according to Sam looked a bit like James Franco, went on a between-song riff about “Santana Claus. . . he would bring you electric guitars for Christmas. Like Paul Reed Smiths” while dinging people for hanging outside the club during the set.
I banged my head more than I have in a while- I’m glad I didn’t cut my hair before this trip!- and even Angela, who isn’t into heavy music at all really, got into it.
After the show we hung out and chatted with JP and Cassie from 908 and Jason from Abrams; Jason very graciously offered us a place to stay and we followed him out to his place in the suburbs. Jason’s house was ridiculously spacious and comfortable. There was beautiful art and music paraphernalia everywhere, everything from Miles Davis and High On Fire posters to Chinese Fu-dog masks to original artworks by one of his tattoo-artist-and-international-man-of-mystery housemates. But this piece, which I belivee was entitled “FRAHJEELAY,” really caught our eye:
In the morning Sam and Melissa got a chance to meet Jason’s other housemate, who was flying to Baltimore to see Propagandhi, who are one my favorite bands. Unfortunatey I didn’t get moving just after he left, and I missed my chance to nerd out, but Jason soothed my pain with some delicious coffee. It was a beautiful morning and we hardly wanted to leave, but after an extended goodbye we hit the road for the long drive to Missoula.
On the way out we brainstormed funny names for the rabbits that we saw in Jason’s front yard. I think Sam was the winner with “Geezer Buntler.”