This is gonna be a short blog, but I wanted to put something out to compensate for those two long months of inactivity... and it gives me an excuse to gush about my rising Flag favorite. I have some cool stuff coming very soon, and actual full blog posts I'm hoping to put out. Also, if you're a photographer, start going to more shows. We need you (broken heartedly). As always, send music stuffs (even your own, I'll check it out) to [ fosterhildingmusic@gmail.com ] or DM me on Instagram.
Although close to a household name in the Phoenix punk scene, Feed is still very much in their Flagstaff infancy. Typically these full band moves are for much more unsavory reasons (Sawza), but Feed is an exception and is welcomed into the squirming baby Flagstaff scene with open arms. I wasn't originally going to write a blog about this, but, realizing I had not yet written one on Feed, I knew that had to change. I did not take notes, though, so I'll be writing this a little blind.
This was my first time seeing a show at Cornish Pasty, and admittedly my first time stepping foot in there at all. It was crowded already, Quinn and Alex waiting outside for the go-ahead to load in. The carpets were ornate and stiff and the eating customers acted as a prebuilt audience, fully unprepared for noise. I met Keegan and his woke mob, a band I knew virtually nothing about besides the name. I made shifty and continuous eye contact with the patrons, claiming my standing spot basically right in front of them before Feed had even begun playing.
Feed took the corner of the pub in a jolt of awkward, head-cracking noise. Every gaping math-inspired passage was explored to their twitching end and stretched into unheard oblivions. Quinn's aching screams and yelps were shielded by his twanging, shiny, and informed riffs that climb up from the highest itching heights down to the lowest grinding bullets on songs like Ballad. Alex mastered every twisting, schizo time signature change with precision and a sloppy passion that is, in the best way possible, so Feed. Rylan's smacking and popping basslines fit in perfect opposition to every riff and crashing cymbal, the driving heart in every song without fail.
There are few bands that force your full body to match their rhythm at every moment. Feed is one of them. I found myself concentrating on every beat and switch, trying to match the pulse at every switch up like a malfunctioning rhythm machine. Their cover of Near DT, MI was near identical and almost too good to be true, fulfilling every little post-rock hope I had. Stream Lethologica.
As the small spark of post-hardcore in the fire of Arizona slowly grows, I want to see these bands brought together to further push the local scene into more than just punk. To see them play with Taciturn, tokillafly, or Live Longer Burn Everything would make my heart ever-so-happy. I talked to Quinn before and after the show about their upcoming album, practically foaming at the mouth in anticipation. All I can hope for from Feed is more.
Sorry this was a short one. I wanted to put anything out. If you want to read more stuff, I just wrote a review for Slowdive's newest album, everything is alive for The Lumberjack. I'll also have another blog post coming out next week alongside a very very very cool thing in collaboration with Dead Mothers Collective. Keep going to shows, taking pictures, documenting, being awesome. Thank you all for reading.
-Foster
Continuing Dead Mothers Collective's live series, check out Kthulhu and Cenöbite's (latter filmed by yours truly) new videos on YouTube.
Also check out KJACK's first live session video, featuring Keegan Halverson and The Woke Mob.
See Feed with Cenöbite for The Erased's album release show under a bridge on Saturday, October 28th.
See Feed alongside Miserable Ghost at Puscifer The Store on November 4th.
See Feed with Fümar, Blue Evening, Crab People, Mantis Bite, Vitil, Suppressor, and an untitled artist at Loogie House on November 11th.
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