1. Just when you'd got really sick of dudes playing "1 Thing" and "Pull up the People" at parties, acting like they're the man who invented fire and whatnot, some asshole decides to "mash" them "up" . . . .
Oh, hell, who're we kidding: this is really fun. Plus, if you play it at the beach you don't even need fireworks: just watch hipsters' faces pop clean off.
We've heard these guys hated each other to begin with. But this is just stupid booking. Somebody -- two somebodies, maybe, who don't want to lose their shirts -- need to quash this and unite the bill, even if they can't unite the parties involved. If anyone wants to set up a summit, shout at us: onthedownloadatphxdotcom.
1. No idea how we missed these when they came out in 2003 and 2004, respectively, but we came across them again thanks to Tommie Sunshine's "Lobotomy Eyes Rock N Roll" mixtape, just serviced to press types.
Roaring metal riffs, primal screams, sacreligious face paint, capes, loincloths, pyro . . . and that's not even including the kids popping ollies off the transplanted halfpipe in the background. Fuck Hellfest, man: we're talkin' Hellgate 2005, dude! I missed Shanghai Valentine and We're All Gonna Die and the other who-knows-how-many metal/hardcore bands that played at the house on Highgate all of the day and into the night on Saturday, but got there just in time for Motherboar to blow my mind and -- thankfully -- not any limbs.
We're counting the rehearsals, of course. PHX spotters reported great sound from the periphery of the park, as well as a heavier turnout than usual in the streets. Nice to see that people took us up on Lansdowne Street seating suggestions. Our report from inside the park will be in the paper this Thursday. Shame that woman didn't fall on Arnold, though.
Vegetarian gore metal rules. And when humans do it, it's funny. But this post is our way of introducing you to the very best heavy metal band that ever barked: "The majority of grindcore orchestras have singers trying to sound similar to upset deranged animals anyhow so Caninus have decided to use a real thing.
Stones are playing "Shattered" as we speak. If you're in the Fenway, open your windows...
Night two of the Fenway Stand was maybe longer? Although some kid from Philly who was there with his dad said maybe they'd kept playing after we left Thursday night until around 10:30? By the way, there were some spoilsports the other day who were trying to play that "Oh, I heard they're doing Mick's voice off a CD for the soundcheck."
We were in the middle of drafting a “Riff Raff”-inspired post about Amanda Palmer, she-males, and sex tapes (though now that we think about it, that threesome might be redundant) when the sleepless-blogging machine also known as OTD beats us to the mouse. So anyways, we’ll just elaborate a bit that the Dresden Dolls are about to get the sort of endorsement that turned Aston Kutcher into a Demi-god.
The Rolling Stones kicked off their Fenway Park stand tonight around 8 pm in front of a paying crowd of zero, performing what bystanders who showed up before us said was a seven-song soundcheck. OTD -- departing late from the offices down on Brookline Ave, iPod blasting the new Ashlee tracks -- damn near missed the gig entirely, and would have had we not noticed the unusual knot of raggedy old dudes standing shock-still on the corner of Lansdowne Street, glaring up at the poker-faced Green Monster as if it had just sprouted Yankees penants.
1. Ah, Promosquad. It's like ghetto Napster. Ashlee Simpson's got a couple new clips up on it. And if you don't care, we don't like you. Not on any ironic shit, either. If you come over to our house we'll play you this joint called "Sorry" that they left off Autobiography -- really pithy, get-even type lyrical content and a killer hook: imagine if "Shadow" and "LaLa" had been the same song.