After the first couple songs, I was exhausted and ready to get the fuck out. But then WK and his cohorts ripped into “Ready to Die,” and I got a second wind.
A three-day event of heavy groovin’ bands. “Stoner Rock” being a heavy liquid amalgam of Sabbath, Soundgarden, Skynyrd, Sleep, Scientists, and ’72 (the year).
Entombed came to the States to push To Ride, Shoot Straight and Speak The Truth. It may not match Clandestine, but it stomps like Motörhead on steroids.
Gone are the melodramatic posturings, the over-the-top inflections, the overdone stage settings. Bowie is being David, rather than some fantasy construct.
Why does a band that has become internationally famous for breakbeats and “Loops of Fury” revert to the metronomic bass drum sound that drove so many away?
After over an hour of this wank, I saw me moment at last. They got t’ that fuckin’ “Woo-hoo!” song, the one they couldn’ even come up wi’ a proper title for.
Bim put on an awesome set pulling songs from all over their over six-album repertoire. John Cameron played the organ with one hand, and sax with the other.
King is a charismatic vocalist, and the Colonel plays guitar like a hell-bent rockabilly god. A perfect mix of rockabilly, punk, and old school rock ‘n’ roll.
Funny how “Electronica” has so many trappings of rock. After three songs, Moby stripped off his shirt, wiped his face with it, and threw it into the audience.
The samples are flying, the sticks are flying, the whole crowd is flying. Their new disc, Loop Bites Dog (Mammoth) is amazing, but this is fuckin’ INCREDIBLE.
With guitar, bass, drumset, vocals and keyboards, the energy poured off the stage with a gorgeous rapper spewing out words and rhythms like it was nothing.
Using no guitars, no drums, nothing but a series of ELP-stacked keyboards (is the acronimity a coincidence? I think so), BT rock us with driving, heavy beats.
Whereas the other acts used the drums as accompaniment, Banco played them… slow. And heavy. I hate to say it – it sounded like a cheeze-metal power ballad.
The opinion of Jungle was that the sampled frenetic drums were impossible to play by a human. To this 808 State clearly and succinctly said, “Up Yours.”