Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The plane truth

Sure, the headliner was the Aussie Vomitor fostering their late thrash/early death lager, but we, and I think I can speak for the SBH, were there for Negative Plane, and if you'll permit me to indulge, a word on labels. Black metal: are NP such a beast, are they not, who fucking cares. Spectrally, an amped Mercyful Fate, the number of measures supersized, the falsetto replaced with a diabolic echo. Whatever they be, they're the skull maniacally grinning from atop the pile of bones.

Evul grins were out in force, too, magic mouths on tobacco smokestacks bricked in denim & leather, Angles, Saxons, & Jutes, a lotta denim & leather miniskirts & pants, backpatches from Celtic frosted classics to new breeds, a Bathory Hammerheart purse for good measure. Fetching young lady, whomever ye are, horns, though 'twas straunge to be one of the least metal looking dudes in the darkness. Shelled in a plain black hoodie and shorts -- after all, was nearly 50° -- even my proudly sported Darkthrone tee couldn't keep me from chortling at looking the odd man. No matter, metal's not out, but in the blood, brain, & soul. Look around, you know it when you see it, like pornography.























Negative Plane @ Now That's Class: Angels of Veiled Bone, Staring Into the Abyss, Lamentations and Ashes, Death Mass, The Number of the Word.

13 comments:

Prunella Vulgaris said...

Not as rocking as dieselbilly, Second Rockingest Dude.

You know I jest.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Fights and White Satan, never reaching the end...
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Randal Graves said...

A boy can dream, duchess, a boy can dream.

NEVER REACHING THE END IST KRIEG.

Demeur said...

Oh some day your ears will have the change of life like a pain of a kick to the groin. What's that constant ringing after decibels have done their damage? And you'll cry to momma and wish they'd make it stop. Lap it up now while you still can for ages' nasty trickery is headed your way. Nobody gets out of this place intact without paying the cover. Now where'd I leave my glasses?

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Nunly said...

Oh dear.....I'm so out of the music scene that I think Stairway to Heaven is the only good song ever written. How do I remove myself from this "un-coolness"???? Sigh.

Randal Graves said...

demeur, hang on, gotta grab my ear trumpet.

nunly, being 39 and wearing black band shirts unironically, I'm the last person you should ask about this "cool." [ed. note: In My Time of Dying is Zep's best]

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Whole Lotta Love is pretty good too, Nunly.
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Beach Bum said...

Look around, you know it when you see it, like pornography.

Hell yeah! I can identify porno in less than a second. I developed this talent from watching the scrambled Playboy Channel on cable back in the 80's.

susan said...

As far as being comfortable you were probably the coolest guy in the audience. Piercings can really chafe.

S.W. Anderson said...

OK, Randal, just for you.

Metal today, metal tomorrow, metal forrevahhh!

Or, when the unfortunate time comes, do not go quietly into that good night. ;)

S.W. Anderson said...

Nunly, you can get a good start here. Scroll down to the sample and click the little triangle. Uber cool.

Then, treat your sensibilities to this sample. Cool with timeless class.

Finally, turn your volume up a bit for some joyful cool.

Randal Graves said...

BB, what's Playboy?

susan, so that's why everyone drinks all that booze.

SWA, that's not very Viking funeral, but as far as wastes of cash go, not too shabby. No comment on your musical choices, of course.