Show Report: Monstrosity
July 27 2009 at 10:42:51 AM
“Shhh. Be quiet: We’re at a Metal show.” Beer Reebs, HOD’s frontman, who more than resembles an extra from
Goin’ South, manages to regal the slim crowd with his dull rapier wit in between grindy fuckin’ barnburners. Lamenting the absence of Lone Star Beer and asking the audience why it isn’t “drunk” follows more of the same severe head trauma jaunt. “What the hell’s the matter?” asks Reebs. “Y’all need to do it like we do in Texas. I’ve been drinkin’ since I started.” Right. Don Rickles on inhalants, replete with jailhouse tatts and a brew-soaked beard. Antics aisde, HOD (which isn’t an acronym like I figured, but the English transliteration of the Norse god, “Hodur”) soldiers on, often sounding like a less “tactical” version of Antaeus – a compliment bestowed upon no one.
Fort Lauderdale’s Monstrosity has nothing to do with Lone Star Beer or jailhouse tatts and destroys from the beginning. The drummer’s twin-kick Sonor kit set for gatling, and guitar, bass, vox follow. The most muscular Death Metal harnesses this “take-your-time/hurry-up” vibe (see/hear Suffocation’s latest for a near masterful handle on this “technique”), which noisily twists time into obscene balloon animals. It’s not unlike sucking back a handle of ‘tussin and then trying your hand at some differential calculus. Watch the drummer and he doesn’t even appear to be doing much. Kicks machinegun, toms rollrollrollroll, cymbals break up the aforementioned and its back to the front. Mike Hrubovcak’s head is going to roll off his shoulders any minute. The crowd is barely two deep from the PA and some guy tries a stagedive. My face is ground into his back and my head rolls off my shoulders. Lots of songs from
Imperial Doom. Balloon animal: Blue elephant with vein rippled ‘nads. Lots of songs from
Millennium. Balloon animal: Lapdog with “purple Twinkie” slit. Cutthroat solos! Gruff screaming! Fuck yes, they come back and do a few more songs even though it’s after 1 a.m.! Sapporo always gives me the worst fuckin’ hangover!
[Stewart Voegtlin]
"barnburners" -nice verb