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Pure Fucking Armageddon.
Jun. 8th, 2009 12:13 pmFriday night I went to BlackenedFest in Seattle: Mayhem headlined, along with Cephalic Carnage, Cattle Decapitation, and Withered. Er, there were two other bands that we didn't see, but I really don't care.
Friday afternoon I took off from work early and went up to selfish and zahgurim's house in West Seattle. I've known those two for, shit, nine years now, and visiting them always feels like visiting family to me. We spent some quiet time in the house with the dogs, during which I gained the title of Black Metal Grandma when I admitted that I always carried a baggie of spare earplugs to shows in case any of my friends had forgotten theirs.
Black Metal Grandma says:
"Did you remember to eat dinner?"
"Do you need earplugs? I have extras!"
"How are your bowel movements? Are you getting enough fiber?"
Note that this has to be said in a very nasal fake east coast accent. I may well do a phone post to demonstrate.
We had a nice family dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall Pho place down the street, and then it was time for the family trip to the show. When we got into the car, zahgurim said, in his best Dad voice: "Everyone buckled in? Time for metal!"
The show was incredibly early: doors were at 5:30! We managed to arrive at the venue late, but just in time for Withered, which was pretty much the only opening band I really gave a shit about. We all started out together on the balcony area, away from the crowd, but a song or two into Withered's set, I just couldn't deal with not being down in the crowd anymore. Not only was there better visibility for me, but I really do like to be close to--though not quite in the middle of--the action. They were damn good live, though not as mind-blowingly awesome as I'd hoped for. I like their album, Memento Mori, quite a bit; I really should have picked up Folie Circulaire at the show, but of course it did not occur to me.
Cattle Decapitation was much better than I expected; the whole band clearly means it, and the vocalist is quite a sight to behold. The faces he makes are just amazing. Seriously. Cephalic Carnage was quite good as well, though the heavy stoner theme was not my bag. I just don't really get "pot culture" and people who want to talk about smoking pot all of the time, especially as banter between sets. But the music was good, and I did rock out aplenty. In fact, I rocked out so hard that my messenger bag got briefly moshed *off* of me, and I had to retrieve it from the floor without getting stepped on.
Yes, I regularly go to shows wearing glasses and a messenger bag with pink miso and sushi on it and then hang out right on the edge of the pit and play guardian.
But Mayhem were my reason for being there, and they did not disappoint. In addition to the (literally) awesome music, the stage show was fantastic. Attila stayed in character for the whole set, only speaking in a metal growl, with his robe and noose and other accessories. The combination of the music and the theatrics had me FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. In fact, I got so fucking excited towards the end of the set that I accidentally headbutted the guy in front of me during a mutually mistimed headbang, punched some chick in the back of the head with my invisible grapefruit, and then when the wee kid next to me got knocked into me by the pit, threw an arm around him and insisted that he rock out with me for the rest of Pure Fucking Armageddon.
Both photos stolen and shamelessly hotlinked from Gravemusic Gallery.
I crashed at selfish and zahgurim's house for the night, and then we had some breakfast together before I left around 11am the next day.
selfish's quotables, post-show:
[When talking about insecure teenagers who are clearly dressed up special for the show sizing her up.]
"I'm judging you WAY HARDER."
["Over breakfast" is the only context you get here.]
"Big butts gets mans."
I really need to get some screen printing supplies soon and make some t-shirts.
I managed to continue rocking out in one way or another until Sunday/the wee hours of Monday, when I attended a tiny little show at Sizizis where Chris played some of his new solo music, in the general vein of dark/apocalyptic folk. But this post is getting entirely too long, so I'll leave the story of the rest of my weekend for another time.
Friday afternoon I took off from work early and went up to selfish and zahgurim's house in West Seattle. I've known those two for, shit, nine years now, and visiting them always feels like visiting family to me. We spent some quiet time in the house with the dogs, during which I gained the title of Black Metal Grandma when I admitted that I always carried a baggie of spare earplugs to shows in case any of my friends had forgotten theirs.
Black Metal Grandma says:
"Did you remember to eat dinner?"
"Do you need earplugs? I have extras!"
"How are your bowel movements? Are you getting enough fiber?"
Note that this has to be said in a very nasal fake east coast accent. I may well do a phone post to demonstrate.
We had a nice family dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall Pho place down the street, and then it was time for the family trip to the show. When we got into the car, zahgurim said, in his best Dad voice: "Everyone buckled in? Time for metal!"
The show was incredibly early: doors were at 5:30! We managed to arrive at the venue late, but just in time for Withered, which was pretty much the only opening band I really gave a shit about. We all started out together on the balcony area, away from the crowd, but a song or two into Withered's set, I just couldn't deal with not being down in the crowd anymore. Not only was there better visibility for me, but I really do like to be close to--though not quite in the middle of--the action. They were damn good live, though not as mind-blowingly awesome as I'd hoped for. I like their album, Memento Mori, quite a bit; I really should have picked up Folie Circulaire at the show, but of course it did not occur to me.
Cattle Decapitation was much better than I expected; the whole band clearly means it, and the vocalist is quite a sight to behold. The faces he makes are just amazing. Seriously. Cephalic Carnage was quite good as well, though the heavy stoner theme was not my bag. I just don't really get "pot culture" and people who want to talk about smoking pot all of the time, especially as banter between sets. But the music was good, and I did rock out aplenty. In fact, I rocked out so hard that my messenger bag got briefly moshed *off* of me, and I had to retrieve it from the floor without getting stepped on.
Yes, I regularly go to shows wearing glasses and a messenger bag with pink miso and sushi on it and then hang out right on the edge of the pit and play guardian.
But Mayhem were my reason for being there, and they did not disappoint. In addition to the (literally) awesome music, the stage show was fantastic. Attila stayed in character for the whole set, only speaking in a metal growl, with his robe and noose and other accessories. The combination of the music and the theatrics had me FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. In fact, I got so fucking excited towards the end of the set that I accidentally headbutted the guy in front of me during a mutually mistimed headbang, punched some chick in the back of the head with my invisible grapefruit, and then when the wee kid next to me got knocked into me by the pit, threw an arm around him and insisted that he rock out with me for the rest of Pure Fucking Armageddon.
Both photos stolen and shamelessly hotlinked from Gravemusic Gallery.
I crashed at selfish and zahgurim's house for the night, and then we had some breakfast together before I left around 11am the next day.
selfish's quotables, post-show:
[When talking about insecure teenagers who are clearly dressed up special for the show sizing her up.]
"I'm judging you WAY HARDER."
["Over breakfast" is the only context you get here.]
"Big butts gets mans."
I really need to get some screen printing supplies soon and make some t-shirts.
I managed to continue rocking out in one way or another until Sunday/the wee hours of Monday, when I attended a tiny little show at Sizizis where Chris played some of his new solo music, in the general vein of dark/apocalyptic folk. But this post is getting entirely too long, so I'll leave the story of the rest of my weekend for another time.
