I think I'm getting a little complacent on this blog. I have one blog for you this week then I will be taking a little two week break to move, focus on my own little things, and find motivation. In the meantime, here's a sick fucking show. Send music shit to my email [ fosterhildingmusic@gmail.com ] or DM me on Instagram.
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| photos stolen from bands' Instagrams. |
I went to this on a whim before my efforts of avoiding Ground Zero increased. Officially back down in Phoenix for the summer, I was perpetually sweaty and stinking and my skin never felt good. Trapped inside a warehouse with little airflow and plenty of other sweating bodies, it was worse.
I'd seen Parole around but never performing (and by around, I mean Instagram), and I was so happy I took the opportunity to. Between unexpected bursts of chugging head candy, Adam's Deftones-esque belting fit perfectly into his own chunky blocks of guitar and Jordan's crackling drums. Uri's bass lacked in pedals but maintained crunch, sound, and body. There were moments of emoish riffing underneath every base covered and harmonics like hissing cars. They showcased masterfully their ability to write moving music underneath their guise of distortion--the songs speak for themselves.
Auburn Effigy took to the stage next for their first live performance. Filled with smart riffs by Marce and Slew's birdlike guitar, they set down on gentle wings upon Jon's caterpillar crawling drums and Jett's steady bass. Post-hardcore in moments and shining between clean glimmers of emo reminiscent of the early oughts, they still felt new. I couldn't get over how perfectly and precisely every single tom hit and sporadic ride smash was placed. Jon is a beast. They had that perfect energy filled with chopping breakdowns that hit that blind spot you didn't know you had--fulfilling, curving, and fluid.
Finally filling that math rock void inside of me, Denko was up next. Spiraling into Jordan's razor guitar, nothing is ever simple until it needs to be--and when that time comes, they manipulate it perfectly. Jack's snare was fat and ringing between his own unbreakable focus, Adam's bass standing out as clearly as the guitar, which is such a rare thing. They made every switch into a complete new world, all terrain and environment account for, look easy. Jordan's butterfly fingers tapped out melodies in perfect synchronicity with Adam's bass, never doing the exact same thing, but always the right thing. Everything always weird, always impressive, and never stopping.
Malaise was the perfect closer to a diverse night of noise. Fluttering shoegaze with a doom edge, their creamy, spacey linings ventured even into psychedelia. Combining Mario and Asa's aching swoop of riffs, they somehow harnessed that obscure 90s desert space feel alongside Paul's groovings and Daniel's pulsing bass. They built an impenetrable wall of noise, block by block, with every edge and biting crunch accounted for. This set was also the first time I've seen the Rainbow Machine put to good, interesting use instead of just filling a board. Stream Hammerhead.
Sorry for the short blog. I need a fucking break. Thank you all for reading, keeping doing the things.
-Foster
Continuing Callused Magazines' interview series on YouTube, check out their interview with Alliskater.
See Parole during their slew of different August shows.
See Denko with Deathdotgov, The Shadow Self, Silk Stockings, and KRSD on August 23rd at The Nile Theater.
See Malaise with I am Anything, The Shadow Self, Roovillain, and Yesterdayssoup on September 7th at Pub Rock Live.
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