Black Metal with KT last night ended up being mostly about spotting celebrity lookalikes on stage.
Lineup was: Somebody, then Saviors, then Black Cobra.
It was a bit of a weird situation; I went with KT, who was there to hang out with a girl who had decided to pass on dating him. She was there with friends, but the way things worked out, it was just me, KT & his Metal Mama hanging out, talking very loud to try and shout over the ringing in our ears.
I learned that metal guys all make funny faces when they sing; it seems to be necessary to get that metal voice right. And so I had a hard time taking it seriously. However, once again, the amount of Rock put out by a band went up as the membership in that band went down.
The first band, whose name I don’t know, was two downtuned guitars and a drummer. They were nice and sludgey, but they kept breaking out of the droney repetitive parts that I liked, and getting all technical change-up-the-time-signature metal.
Celebrity lookalikes: Will Farrell and Some guy from Three O’Clock High
Next up: Saviors. hair metal enough to verge on glam, and were hookier than either of the two other bands, but the metal voice kind of ruined it for me. Lots of tattoos, lots of hair, but also a lot of high pitched solos played on the neck of the guitar. So they were probably the most straight up metal of the three bands, and the crowd seemed to like them best, but I got the least out of it. Since, you know, I don’t listen to metal at all.
Celebrity lookalikes: That guy from Three O’Clock High (Again!), Sean Penn from Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Last up was Black Cobra. Least Metal Looking. Two Piece Guitar and Drums. Stage totally dominated by speakers, projecting Clash of the Titans on the wall behind them. So I was pretty much sold on them from the get go. Sure enough, they had a really incredible wall of noise going on, but because they’re a metal band, the guy was singing in that weird aggro-falsetto register which requires that strange petulant pout-and-shout face. But as long as they weren’t singing, they were churning out this really great sludgey, hook-driven guitar wall.
Celebrity Lookalikes: None. This probably helped me take them seriously.
Verdict: I like Metal without vocals.
In other news, I applied for a job with Jive Software, got to spend all day with Eve, and read a bunch more of Homage to Catalonia. Which is, strangely, making me more receptive to Communism-as-philosoph, and more hostile to Communism-as-extension-of-USSR-foreign-policy.