As the red-haired bitch from The Wizard Of Oz says, there’s no place like home– but it’s ALSO fun to get out and discover new fucking places and new fucking people. This past weekend, the Guaranteed Poison crowd was invited to play at Dale’s birthday bash, and descended in full force on the unsuspecting public. The evening proved very satisfactory– much ass was kicked, the house was rocked to its foundations, the heavens opened and rained fire upon the earth.
First up was Innerspinal, who NEVER disappoint. Their highly polished style is inspiring to us all. In a genre where most guitarists hack away at their music, Don, 3D and Donny make every note count. All their originals are good, but my particular favorite is “Battlescars.” It ought to be called “Fucking Astounded,” because that’s how I felt the first time I heard it. It has an almost otherworldly clarity. You don’t want it to end. And much of the credit has to go to Innerspinal’s vocalist (and signature weirdo), known as The Pi Man, who throws himself headfirst into his job as frontman, holding onto each lyric until the bitter end. Pi Man cultivates an evil-clown persona even when not wearing makeup, and (when told how much he sounds like the famed Alice In Chains vocalist) says, “The difference between me and Layne Staley is that I killed heroin instead of the other way around.”
Next on the stage was Quantum Opposition, tearing through their anthems at breakneck speed: “Edge”, “Hard Rift”, “Sliced”, “We Will Rize” and “Will Of Another”, plus a half dozen crowd-pleasing cover tunes. They had a head-banging good time ripping up on Dale’s equipment, which I must say was pretty bad ass; that Hartke bass stack roars like a fucking mountain god. (On a side note, the bad boys of Quantum Opp are hard at work on a brand-new tune called “Fire,” which promises more of their patented mix of blazing guitar riffs and vocal anarchy. Coming soon to a basement near you.)
Other highlights of the evening:
–3D’s girlfriend (the Marvelous Jenn) was persuaded to sing “Bad Bad Girlfriend,” to raucous applause;
–RJ and Donny makin’ shit up at 2:30 in the morning, RJ behind the drumkit and Donny rocking out with his seemingly endless lineup of effects pedals;
–Dale (whose birthday we were celebrating) embracing us all at the end of night and making us swear a solemn vow to come back again. Only too happy to, man.
Only too happy to.