Growing up, my parents used to always ask me why I listened to such angry music. I would always answer them with a quick, “I’m not angry, I just like the music!”
I had a great childhood. I had two loving parents, a bratty brother and we never really “struggled”. I really had nothing to be angry about. So why did I immerse myself in a life of angry music? Was I actually angry when I was growing up? Is that why I listened to the incoherent screaming of death metal bands?
14 year old me would have KILLED for the show last night. The line-up was intense and full of death and black metal bands I used to listen to in my teens. I would have been all over the t-shirt that Deicide had that said “Good Old Fashioned Devil Music”. It would have been a night to remember… if I were still in my angsty teen years.
I got bored last night and left before the show was over. Maybe I really was an angry child and that’s why I got into the world of death metal. Yesterday was a good day for me. I woke up, went to my day job (yes, I have a big girl day job in order to support my concert habit) then went to the show. Nothing to be angry about there. Is that why I found the show so boring? Because I wasn’t in the mood to scream and thrash around?
The crowd. Oh boy, what can be said about the crowd? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Yeah, there were a couple head bangers here and there. There was one kid that started throwing down during Lorna Shore but stopped after he realized he was the only one. Maybe things heated up during the last two bands that I missed but I wouldn’t be surprised if the crowd stayed stagnant.
The music was on point. The talent on stage during a death/black metal show can’t be touched. The way the singers are able to go from a low growl to a high pitched screech is something that has always fascinated me. The way the drummer can pound out blast beats in time without his hands or legs cramping up is jaw dropping. The way the guitarists and bassists can strum so fast that their hands turn into a blur will send you into shock. It has nothing on my pop-punk shows that I love so much. So why did I leave early?
I hate to say this, but after awhile, it all started sounding the same.
Good god I sound like my parents!
Venue: Amsterdam Bar & Hall
Sausage Fest Meter- 984352 out of 10
Crowd Surfers- None
Broken Bones- None
Drunkards Taken Out By Security- None
Found in the Pit- None