And then the ritual of hot wax, boot licking, and enemas began. Wonderful to see Cynthia von Buhler and company dressed in their finest leather and fishnets.
The eerie rhythms and melodramatic vocals were soothing balm. With their musical talent and a knack for innovation, St. Chimera was the musical highlight.
I like the retro-Goth ’80s style, but if you’re going to do it, please do it well. A few synths, a sampler or two, and empty tunes that don’t go anywhere.
Sinister, evil, grinding music, lots of reverb and plenty of anger. Normally, I don’t go in for the brutal assault, there’s something addictive about Holy Cow.
The set was spotty, but their Velvet Underground sensibility meets ’90s power chord rock sounded pretty good by the end of the night (beer factor included).
The Gravel Pit had a good rock thing going, with great heavy bass. The singer has a powerful, somehow Dickie Barrett-esque yell that even worked on a ballad.
Thankfully, the guys in Poundcake had a little more of an edge to them. They were happy too, but they didn’t feel the need to smile at each other constantly.
Trippy rock, with great grooves and a charismatic singer. After the set, I left quickly because I had the inexplicable urge to lick the sweat off his body.
Two words. Perky and happy. Not to say Brian Stevens and his band aren’t talented, but they were just so darn thrilled to be playing their saccharine songs.