Year End Blah 2009. Pt4
December 28 2009 at 01:36:10 AM  " i La Musica Es Mejor En Vivo ! " Broadway Metal failed me, Black Metal failed me, and Enthralled didn't make a record, not even a demo. Up there swingin' in time, Slough Feg effortlessly dropped another classic out of thin air. Young husker-dudes, Loser Life surprised the shit out of me @ ABC NO RIO, and I finally made my way to the bitter end of the Thin Lizzy discography. Not enough records stuck out as exemplary this year. Too many seemed too familiar. Let the contradictions commence. Superchrist is a name that I hated and ignored for a long time. It's the dummest name ever, and I still don't know what it means! Reveling the sheer rudeness of the Fuck Like A Priest 7" for over a year didn't prepare me for the advent of Reflect The Filth, the record that I listened to more than any other this year. Influenced by the mean humor and musical deeds of Motorhead and all its faithful descendants, it's just a simple fact that Superchrist knows how to write heavy catchy metal. Making a small outing on the road with them was a treat too. Killer guys, killer tunes. As I crammed the unholy words of Tesco Vee into my head during high school, the Meatmen were mutating by every record. I missed them at every turn. By the time the Hate Police came around, I shunned Tesco and Co., cuz they weren't playing "my songs." Twenty years later, a reunion - very fortunately featuring "Mr. Ace in the Hole Pit Viper Sugierski" - rolled through Brooklyn. This time, Tesco catered directly to my teenage whims by offending everyone - including the local Polish staff - cruising through hits only and covers of Motorhead, GG Allin and Venom. This summer Harvey Milk played at the haughtily named Music Hall of Williamsburg in Brooklyn. They shook the building from the front door handles to the seats upstairs in the dressing rooms. Every object in the house rattled for about an hour. They were massive. An impeccable arc of rock and roll thrust, ascension and pain. Stan, Kyle, and Larry respectively. I'll never know just what that Pentagram NYC reunion was like, but the Vitus one killed. Chandler riffed, wah-ed and wailed, teeth bared perpetually. Mark Adams thundered forth frown first all night long. The new guy on drums killed it among his elder titans. Those of us that have seen Wino wielding axe and incanting in his other outfits know his mile-long wise-metalion's stare. Axeless on this night, he boogied like a motherfucker in fringed leather and denim, theatrically playing out all the themes and nuances of Vitus' morbid lyrical pantheon. Fist in the air all night. Vitus rules. Recorded efforts by Aluk Todolo convey nothing of the power the trio displayed in two basements in NYC. On the less powerful of nights in NYC, pedal downshifter and weird guitar chord aggressor pushed a Fender Twin to it's end and killed it, thus ending the gig. Thubbing caveman metronome, Misfits flyer sub-throbber, and snakey six stringer proved to be macabre, unearthly, and physical - all illuminated by one ochre bulb. Back in the old country - Berlin that is - Midnight dared all to lay down their souls for the godz rocknroll. All the fire and violence on stage was more than enough, but penning a special one night only, limited ten inch jam "Berlin Is Burnin' " iz and wuz beyond the call of duty. Hail Athenar in the aught-less millennium. BEST LIST : Death, For All the World To See Ignivomous, Death Transmutation Slough Feg, Ape Uprising Superchrist, Defenders of the Filth Teitanblood, Seven Chalices Vomitor, Cry From The Underground Aluk Todolo - Live at Lit Harvey Milk - Live in Brooklyn Meatmen - Live at Europa Midnight - Live In Berlin Saint Vitus - Live at Europa [Patrick Delaney] [photo by Patrick Delaney] Related
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