Disfunction played the other night at Uncle Lou’s, I arrived just as they were setting up, which meant that I missed the Filthy Dix play unfortunately (At least I didn’t miss both bands). Uncle Lou’s is an extremely small venue (like 1000 square feet) with low ceilings and bare concrete floors, so the acoustics make it sound like you’re at band practice. Immediately I noted how punk rock is the only genre that has a distinct smell to go with the sound. The stench of body oder was overpowering, cutting through the cigarette smoke like an invisible, noxious fog, silently seeping throughout the room, burning the nostrils like mustard gas. Just as I was expecting President Assad to appear on TV and explain why we were being asphyxiated, Disfunction started to play. And they were awesome, almost instantly the pit engulfed all but the corners of the room, a swirling mass of drunk guys running in circles pouring beer on each other. Disfunction was playing really well that night, along with the band practice-like acoustics made for a great show, it reminded me of the small DIY and house shows back from high school, sort of. The cloths are newer and most of the ladies are substantially larger, like, wow, much larger. But the show was awesome, easily the best show I’ve been to this year (so good that I didn’t even feel the need to upper-deck the toilet).
On my way to the Floor show, via the last SunRail (train) of this humid and sticky Monday. Amazingly enough it has actually been useful twice in the same day. There are four bands playing and the doors opened at 7:00, so I’m expecting quite a wait and I’m already five beers deep. Unsure what to expect, last time I visited this venue there was an unfortunate incident involving the bathroom, but I’m older and wiser now and I am confident the facilities can emerge triumphant and unharmed tonight.
A band was already playing when I arrived, a sludge/psych band, the vocals were too prominent and they sounded like they were looking to play the third stage at Roadburn. I thought they were ok, but my friend who I meet at the show didn’t like them at all. After their set Floor began setting up and by the time they were playing I was on my third craft beer, but the uneasy peace with the men’s bathroom prevailed.
Dude came on stage wearing a Death shirt, which was cool because Death is from Central Florida. Floor plays a good show, and the venue was small and the acoustics good, but, this was towards the end of the tour and it showed in the sense that the sound was exactly like the album. It was still a good show, however, by my four or fifth beer the bathroom was taunting me, so it seemed a good time to go before the creative juices really started flowing… Overall a good show.
(I didn’t photograph the bathroom because that would have been like taking pictures at the DMZ in Korea.)
I arrived an hour and a half after the show was supposed to start, and low and behold, just a fucking drum set on stage! What is with Florida shows and starting late? Will’s is pretty crowded tonight and the Virginia band that’s playing is busy slurping down the band beer, God, Miller beer sucks, poor guys. The crowd tonight doesn’t smell too bad and is the group one would expect for a post rock show; beards, glasses and lizardly looking women. I swear some of these bimbos put on their make-up with paintball guns.
Evidently… Evidently, I drank a lot of beer and my thoughts are somewhat muddled this morning, so I’ll wade into a cup of coffee and the rest of the review.
As I was saying, evidently Inter Arma didn’t agree with my assessment that the crowd didn’t stink too much because they lit a couple dozen sticks of incense stuck in a block of styrofoam before going on stage, which I guess was a discreet way of expressing their opinion of the venue. Anyway, they play a really good show. The vocalist is probably the strongest I’ve heard in person, when the microphone was plugged in, that is. Whoever was in charge of the sound system must have been drinking or had Down’s syndrome because besides for losing the vocals the sound clearly wasn’t right. One guitar was coming through too loud and the bass was way too low, but it was still a good set.
The next band was ok, but the sound was even more screwed so I retained my place at the bar sipping a “Belgium farm ale”, which was less than stellar. It occurred to me half way through that there was a reason I’d never heard of that beer before, so I reverted back to literally pissing my money away on Hopsecutioner.
Finally Russian Circles came on. And the sound was fucked. Besides for that it seemed that the band really wasn’t feeling it that night, so I left a little disappointed but with a new found respect for Inter Arma. All and all a pretty good show.