Tonight, the herald has been invited to witness an offering being laid before Him at the Wise Hall. Accepting an invitation for the herald always brings Him pleasure, as any chance to remove the illusion of free will from the herald is welcome.
The night air is cool, and the anticipation is high of all new supplicants from a corner of our scene the herald has yet to venture. The crowd is unfamiliar; all new faces abound, but the herald begins his task once the music starts.
VOGUE VILLAINS
The first offering on the night came over from the island to bring us their rockin’ good times. A blend of dance/stoner rock with a bit of dirt rubbed in it, giving me QOTSA vibes, especially with the guitar tones and the frontman.
The frontman interacted with the crowd comfortably, filling the empty void that was tuning time nicely. So many times, their singing reminded me of Josh Homme, their delivery and style. Fucking loved it. Played the bass as well, laying down groovy rock riffs to spin and flail to.
There are a number of real catchy rockers, given a layer of dirty, noisy rock by those sexy guitars. Fantastic tones and delicious squeals made me all squiggly while the high-energy and snappy drums blazed a wicked pace.
Small crowd to start the night, which means maximum flail space for me. Wise Hall has a great floor, and the sound was fucking perfect. It was helicopter twirls and bouncing everywhere for me.
CHASE THE BEAR
The next offering is a local sextet dishing out some of that sexy, seventies-style guitar-driven rock with all the swagger and immense energy that comes with that. Bouncing jams and massive bangers engaged the thickening crowd and got the place jumping, producing a big ol rock show good time.
The lead singer/frontman was channeling the classic seventies front, soaring notes that they hit and held with fucking ease, and god damn, were, there some things they nailed. They had massive, larger-than-life energy lending to the good time fuck yeah rock vibe that poured down into the crowd.
The drummer had a massive sound, giving those drums a good smashing and producing an excellent baseline for the flail. I would often get grabbed by the guitars when they unleashed big, sexy solos, getting all squiggly when their ear-pleasing squeals popped up.
It took the crowd a couple of songs to get into it, but once that rockin, floor-bouncing groove reached them, it was flailing good times for a whole bunch of people as legs were found.
He was pleased with tonight’s offerings.