It’s hot again. It doesn’t feel like a metal show to me unless you’re dripping with sweat and smell of spilled cheap bar wafts slowly through the heat. There’s no more scent of cigarettes however, but Siberia does provide us with a smoke machine so that the atmosphere remains intact.
Today is the Day is a band to trip to. Having said that, one can use certain known consumables to achieve that, and the really lucky ones can do it naturally, I hear. This rather popular metal band uses spacey elements, even some sitcom-borne bleeps and bloops to emphasize the extent of where they are taking you to, musically. The guttural, and occasionally squealing, growls were somewhat sporadic against the backdrop of the slow moving groove. It was sludge at moments, and it had the power to drag you right out of the universe into the abyss of dankest bog. The ear-piercing guitar squeaks would pull you right back out of there into another world entirely.
Author & Punisher is the band I came to see, no offense to any other band, of course. But I wanted to see Author & Punisher because when I saw them (or him) a year previous, I was fascinated. One man alone put out a sound worthy of band with six musicians, and he performed it all on these strange, homemade instruments that look like 1970s office machines wired to guitar pedals that he moves in odd ways to make beats. This one man band can be called an industrial metal band, and, sadly, the most “metal” of metalheads weren’t interested in this strange-fangled thing occurring on stage. Those who braved it were greatly rewarded by something new; a man who makes this dark, spooky, crazy, diverse, technological sound that is unlike anything one has ever heard before. I believe that the genius that Tristan Shone is offering through music will eventually be recognized music aficionados of all kinds one day. He deserves it.
Someone said to me just before the headlining band, Weedeater, began playing that stoner metal is perhaps the most accessible metal due to marijuana’s mass appeal and the music’s slower, less abrasive tone. Nothing is necessarily accessible about Weedeater. Singer/guitarist Dixie Dave introduced his set by stating in his gravelly voice: “Hey everyone, fuck you. We’re Weedeater, and we suck.” The solidly rhythmic, slow, droning heavy sound falls on top of you with incredible force, and you can’t shake it off. For the better part of two hours, and on a Tuesday, this infamous crew plowed on with titanic riffs and c spine-crushing beats. Siberia was simply full of people ready to enjoy some Weedeater; I didn’t know where most of them came from, but it wasn’t here.
Hailing from both sides of this great nation, this all-American show brought the audience to the end of the solar system, brought them back to Earth, and propelled them outwards again into uncharted territory…sonically, of course.