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by Karl Bakla  We got to the show late & walked in during the third bands last song, which went something along the lines of, “I drink beer” or some shit. I don’t know what their name was, but that one song was a short Punk ripper about one of my favorite subjects. Sometime during this band’s set one of the PA speakers blew & the rest of the night was left with limited vocals.
Next up was Reproacher. They had a heavy duty Hardcore sound you could feel in your teeth. The kids seemed to love this band & they went total ape shit. I was old, so I sat at a table, deciding if I should break my new “drinking once a week” rule. The Singer seemed to be very passionate about what he was singing about, but with only one PA speaker & the band being loud as fuck, you couldn’t hear a word, but the fact that he still went all out, was awesome. I wish I was that kind of person, but I am not. I am the type of person who plays a show drunk & after 5 songs, I throw my guitar through the drummer’s bass drum & walks off. I wish I made that up. I liked Reproacher a lot they would fit nicely on a comp between Converge & Integrity. The third band we caught was Bloom, one of the members had no shoes on; I immediately knew I wouldn’t like them, but I have been wrong before, so I thought I’d keep an open mind. Then the band turned off the TV that was behind them, killing any chances of me catching Gerard Ramalho on the nightly news. The band wanted to put on some fancy red lights & the Channel 3 news would disrupt that. I hate bands with fancy lights, but I was still trying to be positive. Sitting next to me was Bethany, she had a cocktail in one hand & a shot of tequila in her other; I hate people that give me shit for drinking every day, that drink in front of me! So what, if she has had to bail me out of jail because I was drunk, cleaned me up because I got into a street fight because I was drunk, & now the bed smells bad because I made pp in it because I was drunk. I get that she has worked all week & I have stayed home not bothering to put on clothes, but I am a sensitive Artist. Back to the band, Bloom starts to play; they were very slow & very heavy. I get the importance of Black Sabbath’s music & understand they are influential, but I would rather listen to I Like It by Gerry & The Pacemakers than War Pigs, so we went outside. I know I didn’t dig Bloom, but I have to admit, the people inside were rocking out big time. Even though I have the best taste in music, I recognize that the majority of the world doesn’t always agree. The last band I saw was Metal as fuck, with tons of guitar solos, & a guy in the crowd head banging. The singer looked like a mini Tom Araya, it was like I was transported back to a time when Metal scared the shit out of religious zealots. Then some vagrant came in with his dog, ruining my time travel. I don’t know if this hobo didn’t get the memo, but for those that haven’t received it, here is a reminder; don’t bring your dog to a show, & if you do bring your dog to a show, definitely don’t bring it inside the venue. Yes, some jackass vagabond brought his dog into the show, then stood in the middle of the pit with his dog sitting behind him. His dog was very well behaved, even though it was tripped over several times. Some fuck in the crowd even had the nerve to pick up the dog, to simulate the dog fucking some unsuspecting person’s ass. The drifter with the dog was told, “Get the fuck out”, & “your dog shouldn’t be inside here”, but the crusty motherfucker stood there with a daft look on his face. When his dog was once again tripped over by people slamming, he reluctantly hid his dog under a table. Fuck, I hate gutter punks! Fuck the people who kept slamming even after realizing the dog was there. I left the show in total disgust.
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