by Ice Cream Jonsey » Wed Jul 07, 2004 5:22 pm
Dayna-> This show was awhile ago, but it's not like I knew anything to forget, since my passing familiarity with these bands includes ownership of 2 albums and zero song title recognition.
The venue was cool, basically because there was plenty of free parking nearby, and nobody to mind the drinking of Mad Dog before the show. The inside had that pseudo-art chic that shithole clubs try and veneer over their rotten boards to endeavor to attract a more sophisticated crowd, and here it took the form of half-caltrops glued to the ceiling and a velvet rope between the bar and the rest of the smallish stage area.
I knew I'd hate Cattle Decapitation because anybody who opens for as many shows as they do and has yet to headline one must suck really bad, and they weren't far from it. They're a bit more accessible than most grind bands, but I still couldn't get into them, and instead perused one of those alternative club-oriented news epistles. Only this one didn't include any ads for private dancers, strip clubs or masseuses, but instead featured
reviews of the night manager's birthday party and some anti-drinkstraw diatribe.
(Robb-> These guys were the worst band I have ever seen in my life. On one hand I feel bad for them because they are so irrevocably terrible, on the other hand, they will probably be able to get a nice television set when they finally realize that lives spent just howling incoherently and making
shit up as they go along didn't quite work out the way they thought it would and they sell their equipment. They'll be able to get HDTV out of the box and get the nice "gold" RCA plugs and all those other extras that are normally part of the upsell. The band that gets their gear will at first
think that it was sold damaged because they will find standing water in the amps and so forth, but upon closer inspection they will realize that it's just speaker tears -- of joy! -- because they finally got out of speaker hell. So this band at least has a happy ending, which is nice in its own
way.)
Dayna-> Black Dahlia Murder has exactly 1 album and therefore also gives me an excuse to not post a setlist. "Like yeah, they mostly played stuff off their first album! Rawk.' All I know is that they definitely played track 3. Sound was decent, band was pretty cool for such a small venue, and I really enjoyed the show. Except for all the belly fat though. Fat guys should not sing naked.
(Robb-> They were great. The chubby guy mentioned above was singing like he was going to beat everybody up in the audience and then beat up his own fat, so much in the same way that prisoners on death row get to order strawberry pies and filet mignon and so forth, he was giving his chunky cells one last look at the world before he kicked their squishy, wall-less ass. Hearing Elder Misanthropy was great as the way the place was setup they were right on top of you, and hearing a song you like that close is always solid.)
Dayna-> Vital Remains was such a disappointment in that the only way I got my boyfriend to attend this show was with the promise of a really good drunken rant or 2, about topics like menstrual cycles, tour busses, whores, and the unfortunate mixture of the 3. Not to be; the ersatz showmanship took the form of a gimp mask and way too much maturity. I don't know enough about this band to know anything about their set except that they DIDN'T play the song I wanted (track 2 off Dawn of the Apocalypse), but they did play alot off Dechristianize and 2 or so tracks from DotA. I thought the sound was great, but someone definitively proved once and for all that I don't know shit, as we were nearly run out of the place in the ensuing riot against Marshall amps. AmpRant2k4 will go down in Denver Club History as one of those Shows Nobody Will Admit To Missing. It all started innocently enough, with a propitious chant of 'Marshall amps suck!', which was followed up 2
songs later by someone on a completely different side of the room opining 'you're too metal for Marshall amps!'. Hell, I can't even drive downtown anymore without a Marshall bumper sticker, what with the entire city being polarized along equipment lines these days. decent show, not nearly as hilarious as what I signed up for, though. Deicide is coming in a couple months or so; hopefully they'll rectify the situation to my satisfaction.
(Robb-> There was this kid in a wife beater who was the worst mosh pit denizen I've ever seen. The way the place was organized, there was the moshers right in front and then everyone else standing around in "orbit" or in rings, if that makes sense. This kid would run into some poor slob who just wanted to hear the music, thrash about in the pit for all of -- literally! -- 10 seconds and then come out with his hands on his knees looking like he just ran the Boston Marathon. What a fucking pussy. There should have been two guys at a show with a mask: Benton with gimpy there
and that kid with a space-age polymer number molded to be just a giant face vagina.)
Dayna & Robb -> Concert status: RECOMMENDED
Dayna-> This show was awhile ago, but it's not like I knew anything to forget, since my passing familiarity with these bands includes ownership of 2 albums and zero song title recognition.
The venue was cool, basically because there was plenty of free parking nearby, and nobody to mind the drinking of Mad Dog before the show. The inside had that pseudo-art chic that shithole clubs try and veneer over their rotten boards to endeavor to attract a more sophisticated crowd, and here it took the form of half-caltrops glued to the ceiling and a velvet rope between the bar and the rest of the smallish stage area.
I knew I'd hate Cattle Decapitation because anybody who opens for as many shows as they do and has yet to headline one must suck really bad, and they weren't far from it. They're a bit more accessible than most grind bands, but I still couldn't get into them, and instead perused one of those alternative club-oriented news epistles. Only this one didn't include any ads for private dancers, strip clubs or masseuses, but instead featured
reviews of the night manager's birthday party and some anti-drinkstraw diatribe.
(Robb-> These guys were the worst band I have ever seen in my life. On one hand I feel bad for them because they are so irrevocably terrible, on the other hand, they will probably be able to get a nice television set when they finally realize that lives spent just howling incoherently and making
shit up as they go along didn't quite work out the way they thought it would and they sell their equipment. They'll be able to get HDTV out of the box and get the nice "gold" RCA plugs and all those other extras that are normally part of the upsell. The band that gets their gear will at first
think that it was sold damaged because they will find standing water in the amps and so forth, but upon closer inspection they will realize that it's just speaker tears -- of joy! -- because they finally got out of speaker hell. So this band at least has a happy ending, which is nice in its own
way.)
Dayna-> Black Dahlia Murder has exactly 1 album and therefore also gives me an excuse to not post a setlist. "Like yeah, they mostly played stuff off their first album! Rawk.' All I know is that they definitely played track 3. Sound was decent, band was pretty cool for such a small venue, and I really enjoyed the show. Except for all the belly fat though. Fat guys should not sing naked.
(Robb-> They were great. The chubby guy mentioned above was singing like he was going to beat everybody up in the audience and then beat up his own fat, so much in the same way that prisoners on death row get to order strawberry pies and filet mignon and so forth, he was giving his chunky cells one last look at the world before he kicked their squishy, wall-less ass. Hearing Elder Misanthropy was great as the way the place was setup they were right on top of you, and hearing a song you like that close is always solid.)
Dayna-> Vital Remains was such a disappointment in that the only way I got my boyfriend to attend this show was with the promise of a really good drunken rant or 2, about topics like menstrual cycles, tour busses, whores, and the unfortunate mixture of the 3. Not to be; the ersatz showmanship took the form of a gimp mask and way too much maturity. I don't know enough about this band to know anything about their set except that they DIDN'T play the song I wanted (track 2 off Dawn of the Apocalypse), but they did play alot off Dechristianize and 2 or so tracks from DotA. I thought the sound was great, but someone definitively proved once and for all that I don't know shit, as we were nearly run out of the place in the ensuing riot against Marshall amps. AmpRant2k4 will go down in Denver Club History as one of those Shows Nobody Will Admit To Missing. It all started innocently enough, with a propitious chant of 'Marshall amps suck!', which was followed up 2
songs later by someone on a completely different side of the room opining 'you're too metal for Marshall amps!'. Hell, I can't even drive downtown anymore without a Marshall bumper sticker, what with the entire city being polarized along equipment lines these days. decent show, not nearly as hilarious as what I signed up for, though. Deicide is coming in a couple months or so; hopefully they'll rectify the situation to my satisfaction.
(Robb-> There was this kid in a wife beater who was the worst mosh pit denizen I've ever seen. The way the place was organized, there was the moshers right in front and then everyone else standing around in "orbit" or in rings, if that makes sense. This kid would run into some poor slob who just wanted to hear the music, thrash about in the pit for all of -- literally! -- 10 seconds and then come out with his hands on his knees looking like he just ran the Boston Marathon. What a fucking pussy. There should have been two guys at a show with a mask: Benton with gimpy there
and that kid with a space-age polymer number molded to be just a giant face vagina.)
Dayna & Robb -> Concert status: RECOMMENDED