Saturday, August 27
$8, all ages
doors at 8:30, show at 9
OCTOBER 31 (members of Deceased, Thrash Corner Records)
http://www.truemetal.org/october31/ This is October 31's first show in DC in a while! The band features King Fowley from Deceased on vocals, and if you caught him with Deceased at the Warehouse Next Door, a few months back, you sure as hell don't want to miss this. These thrash titans bring some serious power metal comparable to early Overkill mixed with early Twisted Sister. Too much metal for one hand! COMMIT TO SIN!
ECLIPTIC
http://www.theeclipticpath.com www.myspace.com/ecliptic Markus Von Hampel (guitar/vocals) and Sidney L Mortensen II (percussion) formed the death/black metal band, Ecliptic, soon after meeting. A demo CD was created in 1999/2000 and released in the spring of 2001. A full-length album was recorded in 2004 and is set to be released in 2005. Ecliptic expanded the band by adding David Everett (lead guitar) in 2002. After an extensive search for a bassist, Nicholas Kuhn is found and joins in 2004. Shortly after Nicholas joins, Jaclyn Davis fills the lineup with lead vocals. Ecliptic is working on a second full-length and new songs will be posted soon.
BEATEN BACK TO PURE
http://www.beatenbacktopure.com "'Trailer-core' was the only term I could come up for this hazy Southern slab of fuzzed-out, earthy metal. Equal parts sludgy, hazy doom-rock and groovy southern hardcore, BBTP have released an album that comes across as Crowbar and Floodgate meets Eyehategod and Down while in a Jack Daniels and Darvocet-induced stupor and simply oozes character from every alcohol-soaked pore. Sweaty, oily, and hairy, BBTP are metal rednecks with a mission to simply play a music that mixes the South??s bluesy heritage with a harsher, gritty metal sound, and it works so perfectly I found myself wearing flannel, chewing tobacco, and I installed a gun rack in my Honda Civic. The riffs are thicker than swamp water and equally infectious, all laced with Ben??s whiskey-ripened roar and sometimes soulful back-porch croon. The mood of the album is a tangible humidity and grime than puts you in the Bayou backwater while wearing spikes and bullet belts, the mix of metal and fuzzed-out Southern hostility is superbly rendered and each track is a swarthy, groove-laden dirge of incest, stale beer, and gator-fuckin?? Southern pride. Unashamed of their origin, the General Lee aesthetic of the artwork carries over into the material that??s awash with grimy layers of stoner doom but often rife with a heavier, more abrasive manifestation that gives the album some Skoal-induced bite. The pacing starts with surprising immediacy as ??America Vermin? tumbles from the speakers with a rock 'n' roll gait smothered in hot sauce and saliva. But the rest of the album is more of a sonic hangover with a far more drawn-out pace and plenty of appropriately Southern bridges and acoustic interludes that enforces the heaving Swampish atmosphere. ??Smothered in Sundress? starts off with a surprisingly articulate intro before the song explodes with a crushing groove and metal square dance face-off that??s only missing a fiddle and some teeth to make it true hick-core. ??Hell Goes Thru Hanging Dog? highlights Ben's almost Jan De Koeyer-like (Gorefest-circa Erase) growl along with his suitably bluesy drone that could be from any Down album. Now fear not,
The Burning South isn??t all just murky, pot-hazed doom, as there are some Crowbar-like moments of sheer oppressive weight as heard on ??One Shovel and a Place to Die? and its gargantuan main riff. The slight injections of acoustic flair complete the album??s redneck pretense without overdoing it, as they add just enough deep-fried ambiance to give the album heaps of atmosphere amid the slovenly hardcore guise. ??Where the Sewer Meets the Sea? and ??Pillars of Tomorrow, Piles of Yesterday? are the albums most truly white trash-core, gravy-soaked offerings with plenty of soulful, clean gregariousness from Ben but both settle into gaping maws of drawn-out sludge. The only thing missing is a cover of ??Sweet Home Alabama? to make this album any more Southern, but the rocking instrumental ??Vertigo? is close enough and the brilliantly named album closer ??Running Out of Neck? rumbles with the resonance of an idling Fat Boy before it closes with what can only described as an epically southern, throat-clearing warmth. Beaten Back to Pure??s ??Dixie core? is a fine offering that mixes a massive Bourbon-induced hangover with a 3-day meth binge into one brawling sonic expulsion. Often lulling and hazy, but equally as attention-getting as a knuckle duster to the face,
The Burning South is perfect for those who wish Down were a tad heavier and Crowbar would have a little more variety. You??uns better get this ??ere album, ya hear?" (Erik Thomas,
www.digitalmetal.com) WITHERED (ex-Social Infestation, ex-Leechmilk)
http://www.withered.net "Brutal music out of Georgia. The Demonstration CD features 3 tracks from the forthcoming 5-song EP
Order Born From Chaos. Withered, formed in 2003, features Chris Freeman and Mike Thompson of the crust-punk/grindcore outfit Social Infestation in control of some very heavy guitar and gruff vocal duties. Leaning toward death and black metal, these songs destroy. Holding up the rhythm section are Wes Kever (Puaka Balava) on drums and former Leechmilk bassist Greg Hess, who they recruited at a show in the basement of Brent Hinds (Mastodon). What does this mean? Face-melting power grind worthy of high praise. All 3 songs contain intriguing structure. They sway from full-on grind, power-crust to a heavy sludge melody. Nice guitar work. This could very well be the heaviest band ever!" (Bobby, Boggob Magazine)
MAGRUDERGRIND (return from tour show!)
"It is hard to type when your whole body is thrashing to and fro in an involuntary reaction brought on by eight tracks of brain-blistering power violence-influenced grind. So many bands are trying to take grind to new levels; it is refreshing to hear a band whose only "level" is leveling their listeners. MAGRUDERGRIND unleash their audio audacity with absolute abandon. This is the kind of extreme grind that probably first turned you on to the genre. This is the power violence sound that you thought was long gone anywhere outside of Japan. Buy this. Listen to it. Try and keep your neck from snapping and your arms from flailing. I dare you." (Mindspell Webzine,
www.mindspell.org) and from the City Paper:
The Southern sludge-metal band Beaten Back to Pure was a central player in one of the more fascinating rock happenings I??ve witnessed. BBTP was but one of many bands slated to play in a festival here last year. One of the preceding acts took a break in the middle of its set to berate the bewhiskered Beaten members for their frequent use of the Flag That Shall Not Be Waved. (Now, in case there is any doubt as to the band??s aesthetic, sample album titles include Southern Apocalypse and The Burning South.) The offended opening band not only called BBTP out as hillbilly hatemongers but also went on to say that it would never again play with a band that flew the Stars and Bars. (Guitarist Vince Burke is pictured.) At this point, a plant in the audience raised her fist and incitingly yelled, ??Long live the New South,? a phrase I had never actually heard said in earnest??even when I was a Kappa Alpha pledge. Suffice it to say that the men of BBTP promptly renounced their cracker ways, joined hands, and sang a stirring rendition of ??Ebony and Ivory,? and racism was finally cured. OK, they actually ignored the statements and unrepentantly barrelled through a bludgeoning set heavier than all the Fabulous Freebirds?? songs put together. A band that looks like Antiseen??s little brothers and sounds like Molly Hatchet??s Danny Joe Brown having a hoedown with Pig Destroyer doesn??t really care much for the opinion of others. So, after you finish protesting the antebellum bullshit of The Dukes of Hazzard, come continue the discourse with the good ol?? boys of BBTP. Beaten Back to Pure plays with October 31, Ecliptic, Withered, and Magrudergrind at 9 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 27, at the Warehouse Next Door, 1017 7th St. NW. $8. (202) 783-3933. (David Dunlap Jr.)