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Hope to find everyone recovering from the attack of the local rock scene on Friday night. The comfortable collaboration of musicians will be leaving a long lasting impression on my skin... |
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Hello Hello your Crazed Rock Fan here!
Hope to find everyone recovering from the attack of the local rock scene on Friday night. The comfortable collaboration of musicians will be leaving a long lasting impression on my skin. The adrenaline rush is still consuming my body, and I am not asking it to leave. All those who stayed in, for fear of the poisonous snow will be hearing about this one for awhile.
The night commenced at the Green Room in Providence. with just at a slow trickling crowd. The snow was a little demanding at first but diehards began to poor in just in time for Slugworth. The night opened with Satyr, the pied piper of the new millennium, luring you to the stage. His voice melodic and his strumming was possessive like a snake charm. This classic local rock trio had successfully caught my ear, and although I have seen them play many times in the past, tonight was different. The sound coming off the stage was immense and the atmosphere in the club was somewhat hypnotic. These guys were jammin, with some incredible slap popping bass and tight, deep and intricate drum work, I almost felt like I was seeing a whole new band. Slugworth graced us with a new song that night. It charmed me like good old garage rock, strong and mastered, this song was a great smooth transition from the norm with great pure rock originality. These guys are moving and I hope all their performances after are this rock hard.
Second up was a band called Lamotta I had never heard before. As they set up I carefully inspected what was to come. The drums that were set up looked like they were going to kick your ass. Large and looming, they would be not be left behind. When they first started I was immediately drawn to the singer Corey Zaccari's vocals. He has a raspy, deep and sexy tone that drove me wild. Next was the drummer who was sickly tight and thumping behind his mountain of equipment. These guys were new to me and as I was noting my first impressions one thing I did feel throughout the first two songs was a little boredom yet a little unreleased. The sound was good so what was it? It was a matter of waiting I guess. I took a walk to the back to watch the crowd and two minutes later, Cory all of sudden started moving on stage. Physically emphasizing his lyrics. And there it was, what I needed to see and what I wanted to feel. It was like he busted out of his shell and came alive. Thank You, I needed that! It was not until the middle of their set that their potential was revealed, and the ability to have more of a scream from the lungs of their frontman. I really enjoyed this performance but could not help feeling like these guys have more to offer. Other people in the audience also commented on the feeling that they were holding back. "Release the hounds" was mentioned by standby Eric. He nailed it on the head. I will, however, be back I really like the sound and think that these guys have got something.
So here is Shed. Not yet on stage and the drums stand alone. Another beefy set. The crowds fills in thickly. Without a doubt this performance was riveting. The old school songs from Unashamed brought me back to some of my very first experiences in Providence's local scene. Unashamed had played a small part in losing my virginity in the world of live rock, and helped to shape my obsession with Kick Ass Rock. Unbelievable performance. Rounding out the night, Dave's voice is like a good hurt. Loud and addicting he scolds you with his lyrics and you want more. Creatively overwhelming -- these guys truly chew you up and spit you out. Tight and perfected, they do not miss a beat. Shed is not a band worth missing. I do have to say if you do not own their album "Unashamed" absolutely buy it!!! Their second album is great too. Buy them both.
And then, there it was, your very own Freakshow. I have seen them many times and always walk away shaking my head in disbelief at the eccentricities that always seem to drug me from beginning to never end. These guys don't seem to quit, and despite microphone problems, (needing two and only having one, sort of) pulled off the best Freakshow live performance ever. I still have shivers when I think of how the adrenaline poured out the fans who participated in the angst and disgust of the performance. The true fans of Freakshow who didn't give a fuck about the second mike were like small explosions of blood, guts, and music. Singing and screaming along with Mike and Jay. Dancing and kicking, the fans were possessed by them. The addiction that this band has created is one that can never be rehabilitated; only fueled. Like addicts, Freakshow fans were getting their fix. And fix it, they did.
Shake your heads all you want about Freakshow, but we climaxed. Still shaking, I do not want to wake up from this erotic Freakshow-induced mess.
Well that is all for Friday. Hope to hear a lot of feedback. Whatever your thoughts whatever your opinion. Let me know what you think. |
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Crazed Rock Fan used to send out regular mailing to the scene and attend shows. He was crazed, and he was dedicated... and now he's gone, off to parts unknown. We archive the remainder of his work here. |
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