Airing of Grievances Held at the Somewhere else Tavern
Airing of Grievances held at the Somewhere Else Tavern
With the holiday season upon is, it’s reasonable to expect a little bit of a downturn in live music throughout the Triad. The week of Christmas is especially bad for clubs, most of which don’t even bother to book shows at all with the knowledge that most customers are either out of town or entertaining the out-of-towners. That’s not to mention that most of the transient college students that populate many of the local venues are nowhere to be found. Yet somehow, Greensboro metal hole the Somewhere Else Tavern managed to pack the house, on a Sunday night of all nights. It did help that one of the most talked-about hardcore acts in the area was billed as the main attraction, however. Killwhitneydead (www.myspace.com/ killwhitneydead) headed up the heaviest card of the holidays for their You Can’t Even really Call This A Tour tour, named so because, well, it’s only five shows long and the farthest they travel is Danville, Va. Supporting the band on their current jaunt to spread holiday hellfire and misery are fellow screamers and bangers Wretched (www.myspace.com/wretchednc) and the Demonstration (www.myspace.com/ thedemonstrationnc). For a scene known for the amount of dance-floor violence exacted against its fellow man, moshing was fairly nonexistent for much of the evening. It could be that those in attendance were stuffed like Christmas geese from their second, third or even fourth family dinners. Or maybe some were surprised with the 16GB iPod Touch, when they only asked for the 8GB model and just didn’t really have anything to be angry about. Regardless, the malaise was enough to draw the ire of the Demonstration’s lead vocalist Zachary Messick, who kindly requested, in the most unobjectionable manner possible, that everyone in attendance make their way to the pit with undue haste. Actually, it was short, terse and replete with F-bombs, but this is a family-friendly column. Whatever that means. Messick pulled out most of the classic metal front-man moves, including spraying liquid into the air and the always reliable twirl-the-microphone cord-around your neck trick, while his band mates pelted the audience with coarse power metal grooves and an impossibly heavy low end. It’s noteworthy that the show was apparently brought to us all by his favorite local tattoo shop, as Messick and his band have clearly spent some time under the needle. Mentions like that come not without pretense, however it was the right audience for it. After an introduction for the headliners garnered a meek response from the crowd, Messick takes a jab at mediocre rock acts. “I’m sorry, I didn’t say ‘Hoobastank,’” he yelled, as the wild beast in the pit finally gnashed its teeth. That wasn’t the only bard thrown from the stage tonight, however. Killwhitneydead’s Matt Rudzinski had a few rather unpleasantries of his own for a certain “weathered venue” in town. His band’s show kicked off with remixes of “We Built This City” and “Paradise City” which had even the hardest looking punkers in attendance bopping their shoulders to Starship. The band was tight as always and Rudzinski poured it on loud and unmercilessly, but leaned heavily on the popular TV and movie sound bites scattered throughout each song. These apparently make for great T-shirt slogans also and as such, maybe a nod to our nation’s outstanding fair use statutes are in order.