Francesco and his friend nick wore their favorite band shirts while I just wore a white t shirt and black jacket. (Remember that, its important.) I walked in to the club and was immediately greeted by the site of graffiti and stickers literally covering the walls of the stairwell leading up to the venue. i wasn't sure if the club owners were aware of the blatant vandalism taking place on their walls due to the extent of it but ill be darned if im going to play willy the whistle blower. i proceeded up in to the darkness of the bar where in the show would take place. it was dark and the air was heavy with the stench sweaty teenage boys who hated their parents. It seemed that these boys intended on "sticking it to" their parents by not bathing or cutting their hair and attending concerts and shows that are considerably detrimental to ones hearing. This is strange to me because i have never considered taking my anger on someone else out on my own body body, but this is also a growing trend with skateboarders who insist on hospitalizing themselves a minimum of three times a week in spite of their parents wishes.
Despite the generous amount of black lights hanging from the walls, seeing was difficult, and the fact that everyone was wearing black didnt help at all. Meanwhile i was getting hot so i decided to take off my jacket. Immediately following this was the sound of fifty metal heads nearby yelling "OH GOD MY EYES TURN OFF THE LIGHTS" With the help of all the black lights my white t shirt lit up like the gayest purple christmas tree you'd ever seen. Francesco was quick to say "Wow, you couldnt possibly stand out more." It was at this point when a black guy walked in to the club and francesco said "I stand corrected" I have nothing against a black guy listening to metal...but he was honest to god the only black guy there, except the bouncer, and even HE was like "The fuck you doin'". I was relieved to have someone to take the attention off of me and continued surveying the club. As the venue filled up i realized that, among the boys, there were a few girls also attending. The point im about to get to however isnt that women shouldnt go to metal concerts but instead that women that DO attend concerts like this are the scariest women in the world. For any fathers that might happen to be reading this blog, if your daughters wear black make-up and want to go to these types of show, i suggest letting them go and not getting in their way...because they will kill you. Of course Juri is an excpetion cause hes probably the one telling his daughter to wear black make up and listen to mayhem in the first place, but hes right to do so cause he knows this is the best way to protect her from the countless jocks and guidos shes bound to encounter in her life. One girl at the show arrived looking like Morticia Addams only to sit their through out the entire thing. She didnt crack a smile or throw the horns or even nod her head. These are the types of girls that will tie their dads to their bed posts and sacrifice them in their sleep for pissing them off. So stay the fuck out of their way and dont try talking to them, especially if theyre in the band too, which brings me to my next paragraph.
After the first band, Borealis, had just finished playing it was time for the second to go on. About half way through the second bands set i came to the shocking realization that the vocalist that was growling and screeching like a Nazgul giving birth was in fact a GIRL. I also never really considered my mother a musical person in any way until that point, but anyways. This girl was pissed, and i have to say.. it was the sexiest thing i had ever seen. I imagine having sex with her would involve a lot of screaming and growling and guitar smashing, and then afterwards when shes done with you she eats you like a tarantula. This was one scary ass chick. I wanted to talk to her but by the time i walked up to her i had already pissed my self and gone in to cardiac arrest. Francesco and his friend had to carry me away and say i was drunk.
Eventually the feature band was up. Scar Symmetry. You couldnt imagine how excited i was to see them. My excitement level was somewhere between "guy whose never heard of scar symmetry" and "guy whose heard of scar symmetry but never bothered to listen to them". What i was more interested by was the size of the speakers they had set up for such a small room. I thought they came to play music, not renovate. After they got playing i quickly realized that if i didnt get earplugs soon the sound would not only make me deaf but actually power sand my ears right off of my head. Normally at that point i would be remarking upon the paradox that was music so loud that you needed earplugs but i couldnt think because my brain was being massaged from the inside out by the music. Then somebody tripped on a wire and the music stopped. The band played on but without the speakers and amp's on the guitars it just sounded like a temper tantrum on stage. After this had happened a few times, in between two of the songs, the guitarist yelled out "MAYBE YOU CAN TURN DOWNS MY GUITARS IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE THIS LOUDS I AM BLEEDING INSIDE MY EARS!" in the FUNNIEST SWEDISH ACCENT YOU EVER HEARD. Im serious i thought this guy was faking it! Then the singer yelled out "YEA AND TURN MY MIC UP" and the guitarist repeated "TURN MY GUITAR DOWNS" and the drummer yelled "WHATS AN ACOUSTIC" And then they sorted some shit out. One thing that caught me off guard was the staggering number of fights that broke out during the songs. I told my friend francesco and he explained that this was moshing. Moshing is a type of dancing people take part in at heavy rock concerts and it consists of running in to one another as hard as possible while flailing ones fists in any given direction. Then i got to thinking...
See at first i saw every individual characteristic of a metal head as just a unique feature that seperates them from others and makes them who they are. But it wasnt until the moshing that i came to a staggering realization..
dark cave like surroundings, long un-groomed hair, terrible posture and hygiene, a strange infatuation with loud noises and flashing lights coupled with spontaneous barbarism and brutish brawling to the rhythm of drums...these werent men and women interested in a genre of music out for a good time...these were modern day cavemen. These cavemen among people dress up during the day and attend jobs and schools only to go out at night and return to their primitive and instinctive behaviors with other members of their tribe.
All and all i found the show to be an eye opening event and in the end i felt almost enlightened to the cultures and lifestyles of people. I cant wait to go again.