Last night, September 27, 2007, I saw the best show: Circle at the Bottom of the Hill. Great shit.
I missed the first band, but we arrived in time to see the second, Triclops, and that was our good fortune. The singer of the Fleshies is the singer of Triclops and he was up to his usual madness (I don’t know the fucker’s name). I was standing in the front and had to catch him a few times when he was falling or being pushed. The band was hot, and they were playing a mostly hard rockin’ songs in a sort of mixed fashion: part experimental, part prog rock, part punk, part metal. It was energetic and fun. The musicians were all talented. The singer used some effects on his voice, and the opening song was like a weird acid trip (not that I would necessary know what that was like). Triclops, check ‘em out.
Circle, however, stole the show. Coming to us all the way from Finland, where people practice such odd ball sports such as the wife carrying contest and naked ant hill sitting. They were great musicians, great performers and overflowing with abundant energy. They mostly played new stuff of the prog rock variety, but they snuck in some other stuff here and there. The first song of their encore was an a capella ditty that was really wacky and entertaining. I found out that their current drummer is also with the Finnish band Aavikko - one of my favorites! They rocked and switched gears with great finesse, and just when you thought it was time to go home and go to sleep, they’d hit you hard with a groovy, rockin’ tune. At one point, the singer and the bass player had a wrestling match on the stage that tore open the bass player’s shirt and left them hidden from view on the stage for several minutes. Speaking views, the place was packed, and many of those attending were tall fuckers.
Thanks to KUSF and KALX for co-presenting that incredible show. I saw a few KUSF DJs there: David (of the American Milk Show), Natalie, Office Mike, Lenode, Josh, Andy (of Battle Flutes and Sideway Skulls), Korty and moi. I even saw Jello Biafra there (the fucker pushed me, but I didn’t kick his ass or break his leg or anything).
Okay. Bye.