Saturday, June 20, 2015

The Hills Are Alive

[No] Thanks to my overconfidence with driving directions, "Oh, I got this!" My jaunt turned real sour, real fucking quick as the sun went down and I had yet to figure out where I was and SHOULD be... I officially classified myself as lost. and had to rely on asking strangers... Verily drunk strangers drinking stupid beers who had been monitoring the show from a couple streets down... I asked if they were having bands at their house... "Nah dude but you can hear the bands from here!" Recognizing (from bandcamp listens) that SLUG SALT were playing and sounded great and I was within ear-shot of my intended destination

Tired from driving, but revved to finally getting to the show, I opted to pull directly into the houses driveway rather than park, and walk to the house-show from the apartment complex that, yeah, was across the street but not directly across the street. My parking job was akin to chain-locking an escape hatch shut. Escape wasn't an option for anyone I blocked-in... Not anymore that is.

I may have been late but I left my sourness go. At  least, during my ride, I realized how great "U.F.O." by Slaughter and The Dogs really was and listened to it a record-tying with Neil Youngs "Mr. Soul", five times in a row. IN A ROW!

I cant comment on S.T.G nor BATTLECAT, although a few minutes of convo was shared about how great each were... That should be noted, and it is. As for SLUG SALT, I had only heard a bits-worth of their music online and found out this pool-show was their first outing. The songs you get online are demos, of which I have previewed pre-show. They reminded me of a mix between D.I.R.T. and Necros.

The sun was almost completely down before EVERYDAY OBJECTS began. The natural slope of the yard created a natural amphitheater. Not a bad view in the place. I had never seen Everyday Objects in a live setting before... But upon their first note they ripped a chasm right down the middle of any definitions of safety that may have ever existed in this part of Northern Kentuckee, since before the Indian Wars... Sonically, they were as if an amalgamation of a synth-less LE SHOK, URINALS, CRUCIFUCKS and more recently LE FACE (no relation to Le Shok). From one song to the next, a feeling of nervous uncertainty was hanging in the moist air. When a light shown-up in the next door lot onto the band, I suspected video historian, George F. was repositioning himself for a new perspective. This turned out to not be the case. It was a 'white cop'. No, not the band White Cop on the flyer, but the OTHER white Cop...

Essentially, the show was over. The police officer wasn't mean nor had a chip in on his shoulder. He was out numbered at least 60-1 but suggested turning the show into a different kind of show without amplification. Laughs... Smiles lit by the only lamp working near the band area or from George's video camera. "Who is the responsible adult here?" No answers. Beautiful silence. Beautiful, humorous silence. Respectable silence. Defiant silence.

The  damage was done. Everyday Objects did one more song that really struck with pure sonic-rage... White Cop decided to not play. I shared a few farewells and even though I usually make it a point to tell a band they were great, as with Everyday Objects and their set, I decided to write this instead.

In conclusion, The hills are alive with the sound of hardcore.

As promised, here is a master-list of the bands! Check them out.