by GE 138
I don't even know where to begin to tell you how absolutely SICK this show was... I really don't. Not only was Primus touring behind a new album Animals Should Not Try To Act Like People (which features the stylings of their original drummer Tim Alexander) but they also threw in as an added bonus the fact that they were going to play the entire Sailing The Seas Of Cheese album from beginning to end! That fact alone had me HYPED!! So after battling the regular rush hour traffic I got to the Joint just in time to walk around the place and to see if they had anything posted about cameras being allowed. Since I didn't see anything about it, and there was nothing written on the back of the ticket about it, I just threw my camera in my pocket and devised a cover story in case they asked me about it. I queued up with everyone else in line and walked into the Joint with no search whatsoever... woo hoo! What a deal! Or so I thought...
I walked around and took a look at the stage set up... Primus had these 2 huge orbs suspended above the stage, and each one had a projector aimed right at it. And the stage had a lot of lights on it... reds... blues... yellows... greens... this was gonna be good! So I headed to the bar for the first of many Chivas on the Rocks... and after awhile the house lights dimmed and Primus came out to the strains of the theme from The Nightmare Before Christmas. And Les looked like a nightmare too! He looked like Al Jorgensen's bass playing psycho brother! The band opened up with The Toys Go Winding Down... and as I start to take some Pictures Security is all over me and they throw me out, telling me No Pictures Allowed. Just like that. They were being so over zealous about the whole No Pictures Allowed thing that they were kicking people out for taking Pictures of the show with their cell phones... I mean come on!! So anyways, after the first wave of us rebel photo takers were unceremoniously booted out of the show, I pulled the ol' get-kicked-out-of-one-door-go-back-in-through-another-one trick... and it worked. No search... nothing. All Security asked me at the other door was for my ticket stub, which I happily showed him. So I walked back in and watched Primus play some more amazing songs... and the crowd was going nuts for them. During My Name Is Mud I tried to take some more Pictures, and once again I was thrown out... this time a little rougher... with a few hostile words exchanged. Fuck this. I went back to the door I was originally kicked out of and walked right back in again... sans search as well. Hee hee hee. This was fun!
Anyways, I watched the rest of the set before the intermission break. Yup, I said an intermission break. The house lights lit up half way and on the orbs they were showing these cool little propaganda films teaching you how to be a good little citizen, with titles such as How To Be A Drone and How To Better Serve Your Government. After a quick trip to the bar the house lights dimmed again and the crowd roared as Primus came back out on stage, with Les using this crazy looking stand up bass that had a huge lever on the top near the tuning keys that acted like a tremolo bar! It was looney! He used it to play Seas Of Cheese, the first song off the Sailing The Seas of Cheese album, and so it began. Primus played the whole fucking album, from beginning to end. And with the crazy light show going on... the holographic words floating around... the projector show... this was seriously one of the best shows I've ever seen. I was just wishing that I was on acid or mushrooms or something, so that I could enjoy the wondrous spectacle that Primus was laying out.
And it was beautiful... Sgt. Baker... Jerry Was A Race Car Driver... Tommy The Cat... Those Damn Blue Collar Tweekers... they all sounded amazing... and with the extended jamming and a drum solo or two the set was waaaay longer than the actual album. And I thought the crowd was going nuts before... they were going even crazier now! Punks... Goths... Ravers... Jocks... Freaks... Hippies... all POGOING to Primus! No circle pits... no moshing... POGOING! I completely gave up on the notion of taking Pictures and just started jumping around with everyone else... enjoying the sights and sounds of Primus. And it was fun. And I didn't care. I've seen Primus dozens of times, and this was the first time that I've ever heard Les fuck up... not once but twice! The first time was during Is It Luck?, which wasn't that big of a deal, since the drummer was fucking it up big time. But the second time was a major mistake, during the complex intro to Fish On... the crowd gasped... Les yelled out FUCK!... and then he concentrated and played the intro perfectly. It was beautiful. And then that nightmare scene while they were playing Los Bastardos with people dressed like the Pope and the President all banging out the drum beat... it was definitely a sight to see. After a bit the show ended and everyone stumbled out and stumbled home. I woke up sore the next morning from jumping around, but I didn't care. I was still amazed at how good Primus was... what a deal! Great fucking show.
by GE 138
Hmmm...it's always funny looking back at my notes when I'm sober. I'm sure they made a lot of sense when I was drunk off my ass scribbling them down, but in the sober light of the next day it all seems like psycho-babble to me. Doubles all night... Internet Radio... The Van... Pitt... Arizona Charlies grub... Brown beer from Eureka... LOUD... animals. So there ya go! That's my Show Review of the Midnight Evils! Heh heh heh...
But seriously, I have no idea why some bands can draw people like shit draws flies and why some other bands can't, but in a way I'm kinda glad that NO ONE, and I repeat, NO ONE, was at the Cooler Lounge to see the Midnight Evils... even the people who were supposed to be there flaked out (Hank) but oh well. Their loss. I had such a great time when we played with them a few months ago at Café Roma that there was no way I was gonna miss their return performance to our fair city! So us Loud Pipes got to the Cooler at like 11, with our pal Rick from the Dirty Babies in tow, and we walk into the place and there's nobody there... literally. Fuck. I saw Curan (bass) and Jesse (drums) sitting at the bar and quickly sat down next to them and ordered up a round of drinks. I was talking to them and Steve (guitar) about the Tour they were on and how things were going and all that. They were super happy that we came out to see them play, and since the opening band didn't even bother to show up, it was basically up to the Midnight Evils to provide the night's entertainment, which wasn't a bad thing at all! So after finishing a few rounds, we decided to go out to the van to continue our proud tradition of getting really high before they play, and after a phone call and a short wait we had more than enough weed to get everyone in the Cooler Lounge high as fuck... twice! I never saw the Midnight Evils picture of our last session in the van... but to the left is the only picture I took that came out. Go figure!
So after we were all somewhere on the moon, we stumbled in to drink some more and to get ready for the Midnight Evils to blow the roof off of the place! Fuck Yeah! Me and Rick and Pitt took our positions right in front of the stage like the fan boys that we are, the band set up their equipment and after a bit they just ripped through an amazing set of some kick ass Rock and fucking Roll. It was beautiful to hear and watch. Their songs are soooo good! I can't believe that their drummer Jesse writes the majority of their material... the man is a drumming machine! Pitt kept calling him Rat Scabies, which is so true... they have very similar drumming styles indeed.
The Midnight Evils come from Minnesota, but you'd never know it by the Rock and Roll machine that they are... I mean, they are signed to Estrus for Christ's sake! I'm sure I'm not the first person trying to do a Show Review on the Midnight Evils who was too drunk to remember what songs they played... although I do remember them dedicating ZZ Top’s Thunderbird to me (Get High/Everybody Get High). God I love this band!! It was so fucking cool to just stand there and watch them rip through some high octane Punk Rock and Roll... and I think it was somebody's Birthday tonight as well... which just gave us more reasons to be drunk and happy... and there were no hassles in getting any drinks either! And man, were we drinking like fish... lol. Boozing it up and rocking out to every kick ass song the band was playing... and they were playing them all for us and only us... all 5 of us there! I was in Heaven! After the Midnight Evils finished up their set, we headed straight to the bar and started downing double shots of Jack Daniel's and double shots of Jagermeister (double shots of tequila for Tony)... and I bought some merch from the band to help them out. At first they weren't gonna take my money, but I know that bands depend on merch money when they're out touring, so I pretty much forced them to take the money from me. And then we sat around and bullshitted... went outside and smoked waaaaaay too much weed... drank some more pitchers of Newcastle and even more shots of alcohol... we were all pretty blitzed out of our skulls when someone decided to go to Arizona Charlies for breakfast. I have no idea why but it seemed like a good idea at the time. So we went there... ordered a shit load of food (my part alone was $60! But I was buying all sorts of people grub)... made drunken asses out of our selves in public... Pitt and I ate some really shitty steak sandwiches... and that was that. We said our good byes to the Midnight Evils in the parking lot and went our separate ways. They told us that we'll get treated like royalty once we get to Minnesota... now the real question is WHEN? lol Great fucking time with the Midnight Evils... and sorry that I missed your shout out to us on the radio!
Written by GE 138.
Hahahahahaha... this show was funny... especially at how Pitt was HYPED about seeing the Psychedelic Furs. Surprisingly, they sounded really good... and it was very strange seeing Mr. Butler sober and actually SMILING!!! WTF? Anyways, we had some free tickets for this show courtesy of Balcony Lights, Thank you very much, so we all met at the Club House... had some drinks... and drove to the H.O.B., which is within walking distance of our nest. We hung around outside the H.O.B., feeding the slots, and I was laughing at how many people were just giving away tickets for this show. If you ever have nothing better to do, try hanging around the entrance of the H.O.B. and scamming free tickets for the nights show. We all walked into the H.O.B.. and quickly found our way to the bar. As soon as we got our drinks, the Psychedelic Furs started playing from behind the closed curtain, and a big roar went up from the crowd as everyone recognized the opening song Love My Way. The band proceeded to play all the hits... a few obscure ones... and although they never played Pitt’s request of I Just Want To Sleep With You, they did play mostly what the crowd wanted to hear... Pretty In Pink... Mr. Jones... President Gas... Here Come Cowboys... etc. They sounded good. I was seriously amazed at how Richard Butler was acting on stage. Long gone are the days of him being all drunk and stumbling around and forgetting the words... what a trip. I’m glad for him. He looked like he was having fun up there. As I was standing there laughing at how silly everyone was looking while rocking out to the band (one dude was throwing up GANG SIGNS !!!), who do I run into but Talitha, a friend that I haven’t seen in like 7 years... wowsers... was she a sight for sore eyes. Once Pretty In Pink was over, so was the show pretty much, so we left to go grub some 99 cent breakfast and to practice. It was an OK show, but only cuz we didn’t pay for it... HA !
Annihilation Time / Knife Fight / Hank Musgrove And The Mother Fucking Maniacs / The Weirding Way / Jesus Fuck The Sun @ Balcony Lights
Written by GE 138.
I seriously cannot believe how GREAT this fucking show was... the bands were good... and the fact that soooo many people were just hanging out waiting for Knife Fight to play tells you something about how great this band is. They were definitely worth it. This was a cool gig. I thought I was late when I showed up at 7 but apparently Marco just said the show starts at 7 to get everyone there by 8, that crafty bastard. So I hung out with Pitt and Bryan and his gaggle of girls that surrounded him and his cool looking new band shirt and just waited around for the first band Jesus Fuck The Sun to begin. Both me and Bryan lamented about how we could have been playing this show, since Mr. Pitt was standing right there, and the only reason why we didn’t play this gig was ‘cuz he was going to that stupid Sex Pistols farce going on at the Hard Rock... boooooooo! Oh well... I guess this means that Bryan can go to his precious Radiohead gig in San Diego, which just happens to be the day that we’re playing with the $wingin' Utter$ & Youth Brigade. Phooey.
When Jesus Fuck The Sun finally did play, I was kinda digging their Screamo Metal vibe, but I think it had more to do with the fact that their bass player was so cute than anything they were playing! lol She couldn’t play her bass very well, but still... I heard a couple of good lyrics every now and then and it was funny watching the drummer playing his ass off hitting them blast beats like he was. I was gonna take Pictures of the band, but I couldn’t stop looking at the bass player long enough to work my camera! Still, Jesus Fuck The Sun (or Paws Of Steel, as they announced while playing) sounded OK. They played a short set and the kids liked them a lot. After their set I went back outside to smoke and schmooze with all the cool people that were at the show. Me and Keil went to the store for some cerveza mas fina and came back and slammed them down as we both waited for his band The Weirding Way to play.
Once they were set up and ready, the Weirding Way just fucking ripped through a shredding set of Metalcore Noise Thrash that sounded really really good, despite the fact that they have no bass player. I spent most of the set just staring at Keil and laughing out loud at some of the sick shit that he plays on his little tiny drum kit. And those mini-cymbals he uses for accents... hahahaha... Genius. I guess it was a good thing that he quit the Loud Pipes to join this one (as Bryan pointed out to him mid set). He seems happy playing drums, and he's so good at it dammit! Since this was the first time I saw the Weirding Way, after all the crazy things I had been hearing about them, it was good to see that they lived up to the hype. Jess is a madman up front and Cheeze just plays some crazy ass guitar licks that Keil just makes even more crazy with his blast beats from Hell! The crowd was loving every minute of it, and even though Jess was sick as a dog, and Cheeze was having gear difficulties, they played a great set. After the Weirding Way's set both Bobby & Marco told me that Knife Fight was like 80 miles outside of Vegas, and wouldn't be here for at least an hour... FUCK! Now what the fuck was gonna happen? Bobby assured me that the band would play, so me and Rick and Mike from Curl Up And Die and my personal theme music Judy went outside to kill some time... drink some beverages and wait for fucking Knife Fight!
Everybody just kind of stood around partying. Since there was sooooo much time to kill while waiting for the rest of Knife Fight to arrive, not only did Jesus Fuck The Sun get up and play again, but there was also an appearance from the Mother Fucking Maniacs, playing without Hank, one of their lead singers, cuz he was either too drunk to play or he was too interested in the cute blonde with glasses he was chatting up to sing. In any event, Spencer took the reins and led the trio through a rather interesting set of Noise and Chaos that only the Mother Fucking Maniacs can do. They played and played and played, whether people wanted them to or not. It was funny when Marco & Bobby both tried to get the band to stop playing after a bit, and Spencer playfully refused to give up the microphone, keeping up screaming until the plug was pulled on the PA. It was a cool set, but even after all that, the band still wasn't here. The mood was starting to turn ugly. It wasn't like anybody was waiting to see Knife Fight or anything, right?
You see this guy to the left here, beating the crap out of his drum set... that's Graham. He's also the guitar player for Annihilation Time. He reminds me of Jon from Clawhammer - he could be his little brother he looks so much like him! The reason why Knife Fight couldn't play as scheduled was because Graham decided to ride in the Annihilation Time van, which was overheated somewhere in the desert between here and L.A. Boooooo. He's pretty good as a drummer, but oh so much better as a guitar player. Think Greg Ginn on crack. He's the power behind Knife Fight's brand of old school Punk Rock, and a totally cool guy to boot. Or so Marco tells me anyways... heh heh heh. Anyways, after a bit the overheating van finally pulled into the Balcony Lights parking lot, and everyone inside piled outside, and after a round of apologies Graham went inside to join his band mates who had been waiting for him to show up for minutes, if not hours.
Knife Fight set up quickly inside Balcony Lights and the band just fucking ripped through an amazing set that had them playing the entire first side of their single as the opening barrage against the kids who had been waiting for over an hour and were just going ape shit while the band played. The place was getting rowdy and people were getting hurt. Amanda made the mistake of wearing open toed flip flop sandals to this gig, and as soon as Knife Fight started she quickly sought higher ground, away from the pit that was just going full tilt. The bands classic Negative Approach / SS Decontrol sounding tunes are such a breath of fresh air in today's lame ass so called "real" Punk scene, that it's hard not to like them, and it's cool that people made the effort to check out this fantastic band. They were kicking ass and not taking prisoners. It was sooooo much fun to be amongst Friends who were singing along and circle pitting to the beautiful sounds that Knife Fight were spitting out... such Angry, Hate filled Punk Rock... it was like all Bliss and Heaven. I haven't been so hyped on a band in a long long time, and Knife Fight is definitely worth all my praise and adoration. Afterwards I tried to talk to the singer Jon about merch and possibly doing an Interview, but he was so tired and out of breath that he couldn't even stand, much less talk! The whole place was still abuzz over what had just happened, and at how short, fast and loud the band was... it was definitely a moment to remember... one of those I Saw Them Back In The Days kinda thing, ya know?
Last but not least were Annihilation Time, playing their Blast / Black Flag style of Punk Rock that I didn't really care for, but some people at Balcony Lights really did, even though the band were hella sloppy and the singer was drunk and obnoxious and acting all stupid, blowing it big time. I loved it when Bobby Franks grabbed the 2 Heineken beer bottles that the singer of Annihilation Time was tossing around inside Balcony Lights (spraying beer everywhere... even on Patrick's schoolbooks) and throws them into the trash, only to have some drunken dumb ass kid grab the bottles out of the trash and hand them back to the singer, who looked mighty sad that they were empty. What an idiot. It's never cool to spray beer all over a record store d00d! I quickly grew bored of Annihilation Time and went back outside to socialize some more and gab with everyone else about how good Knife Fight were. After the show I met Chris Shakes while buying a shirt from Jon Knife Fight and watched Bryan and Gustavo try to out trick each other on their skate boards while I was just hanging around. It was a great night... everybody had a good time. I promised Rick and Pulsar that I'd give them rides home, and after dropping both of them off I drove to my house a happy man. If you missed this show, you sucked big time, and should be ashamed of yourself. Knife Fight just like, totally blew my mind. Literally! ;-)
For more Pictures of Annihilation Time, please click here. For more Pictures of Knife Fight, please click here. For more Pictures of The Weirding Way, please click here. For more Pictures of The Mother Fucking Maniacs, please click here.