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El Señor e Travo numa noite Irreversível | Reportagem Completa

Gonçalo Ferreira, vocalista dos Travo | mais fotos clicar aqui A primeira edição de “Uma Noite Irreversível” teve lugar em Braga na passada noite de quarta-feira, 4 de outubro, véspera do feriado nacional da Implantação da República Portuguesa. O evento aconteceu no Café-Concerto RUM by Mavy, local situado mesmo ali ao lado do gnration, bem no coração Cidade dos Arcebispos.

A dinamização esteve a cabo da Irreversível Magazine,o evento surgiu numa altura em que este magazine online comemorou um ano do seu regresso à atividade. Para a produção e realização a gig.ROCKS!, editora e promotora bracarense, respondeu assertivamente à chamada.

Respondi de forma positiva, com muito gosto também, ao convite feito ao headLiner para marcarmos presença. Fora formulado por um dos responsáveis da Irreversível Magazine. Eles que são uma espécie de “parceiros de armas” na divulgação de bandas e eventos de menor visibilidade. São um projeto no qual me revejo e ao qual reconheço a sua mais-valia.

Lori Cervi, a tatuadora de serviço | mais fotos clicar aqui Chegado a Braga e caminhando pelas barreiras plásticas do “estaleiro” das obras na Avenida da Liberdade fui encontrar um centro de Braga animado. Já perto das 23h havia pessoas em cafés ou a caminharem pelas ruas. A noite estava límpida e calorosa porém fui deparar com esse cenário pouco habitual, julgando em comparação por ocasiões anteriores.

As pessoas no Café-Concerto RUM by Mavy foram igualmente contagiadas e esteve uma boa vibe. Isso pude comprovar antes dos concertos na esplanada com vista para a praça do gnration. Nessa altura já se encontrava Lory Cervi, tatuadora, ilustradora e artista gráfica, em live-act.

Duarte Oliveira (baixo e voz), Guilherme Pinto dos Santos (guitarra e voz) e Vítor Silva (bateria e voz) acederam ao palco às 23:20h. "Pela primeira vez tivemos uma apresentação à banda" afirmou Guilherme, ele que equipou uma belíssima t-shirt dos Summer Of Hate, depois de umas breves palavras de Francisco Barros, o cicerone da noite e responsável da Irreversível.

Os El Señor de Fafe | mais fotos clicar aqui El Señor tem punk, rock, garage e surf rock em doses cuidadas e bem ponderadas. Eles foram fiéis a outras vezes que os vi. Ao vivo os seus temas ganham uma dimensão superior, com algum desgarramento, com uma atitude frontal onde dão tudo o que têm. Realmente assim tem de sê-lo. Este contributo generoso em palco é essencial para a sua definição como banda. Foi isso a que assisti, mais uma vez este ano, depois da atuação no Café Avenida em Fafe em maio passado.

A primeira tocada foi “Mood in Reverse”, outras das mais recentes foram, por exemplo, “SmallTown Voodoo”, Petty Vagrant”, “Manerisms” ou "Dirty People". O single de lançamento “Convenient Exists” não faltou na setlist. Cumpriram, com muito rigor, uma apresentação segura de ‘Affection to Belong’, o trabalho discográfico mais recente editado em abril deste ano.

Duarte e Guilherme dos El Señor | mais fotos clicar aqui Apesar de lançado em 2019, o LP ‘Suburbs of Joy’ continua ainda bem fresco tal como os temas “Laconic Mutter” ou “So Weak, So What?”. Ficou reservado “This City”, tema que já é imagem de marca El Señor, para o encerramento.

Uma atuação de 50 minutos, bastante bem disposta e que teve períodos de mosh curtos porém bastante intensos na última parte da performance.

Para o final de festa El Señor, power trio orgulhosamente de Fafe, ficou reservado o momento de Duarte Oliveira a tocar enquanto fazia crowdsurf. Final mais épico e alvoroçado era mesmo impossível.

Crowdsurf inesperado de Duarte Oliveira | mais fotos clicar aqui O quarteto composto por David Ferreira (baixo/guitarra), Gonçalo Carneiro (guitarra/sintetizadores), Gonçalo Ferreira (voz/guitarra) e Nuno Gonçalves (bateria/percussão) foram responsáveis por outro grande momento da noite. Falo pois claro da pré-apresentação de ‘Astromorph God’ próximo longa-duração dos Travo com edição marcada para 17 de novembro.

"Prazer do caralho tocar na nossa cidade" logo no início dito por Nuno Gonçalves fez aquecer os ânimos automaticamente com o pessoal bracarense presente a responder na mesma moeda.

Já depois da meia-noite e meia os Travo tomaram conta do palco, nem a bola de espelhos que estava por cima da banda ficou ilesa à explosão sónica dos fresquíssimos temas da banda bracarense. A introdução dos sintetizadores e de reverb fornecendo um efeito ecoado à voz eleva o psych-rock deste quarteto a um nível diferenciado e irresistível. O contributo vocal e dos sintetizadores é decisivo para termos em alguns momentos, um estilo sonoro de transe.

Nuno Gonçalves dos Travo | mais fotos clicar aqui Já Gonçalo Ferreira, o vocalista/guitarrista, vestido a rigor com uma t-shirt dos Pantera é um espetáculo dentro do espetáculo pelas suas expressões bastante pronunciadas e curiosas. Vive os temas com uma intensidade desmesurada.

Este novo trabalho discográfico foi tocado na praticamente na integra, a curta faixa de abertura do disco "Omen" não foi tocada. Fica o destaque para “Turn to the sun”, o single de apresentação de ‘Astromorph God’, lançado recentemente e que já está disponível nas plataformas habituais para ser escutado. Este foi o derradeiro tema interpretado, a sequência foi a seguinte: - "You Won’t See Me" - "Arrow Of Motion" - "Faceless Ghoul" - "Astromorph God" - “Turn to the sun” Anteriormente ao concerto já tinha escutado o referido álbum. Confirmei as boas sensações auditivas ao vivo. Trata-se, sem dúvida, dum lançamento bastante relevante pelo que aconselho a que oiçam ‘Astromorph God’ no próximo dia 17 de novembro.

Gonçalo Ferreira dos Travo | mais fotos clicar aqui A noite no Café-Concerto RUM by Mavy ficou um pouco mais despida depois do concerto dos Travo. Para fecho de festa houve DJ Set por Gonçalo Morgado.

A primeira edição de “Uma Noite Irreversível” teve um bom ambiente com concertos de alta qualidade num dos espaços mais reconhecidos da cidade pela exposição de eventos de música indie/alternativa. Venha daí a segunda edição!

Reportagem Fotográfica completa desta noite: Clicar Aqui

Quarteto Travo a tocarem na sua cidade | mais fotos clicar aqui Texto: Edgar Silva Fotografia: João Pinto

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can you all see / how many of you can see my recent post of victoria crowdsurfing at Lollapalooza Chicago or the photo of her in that Flaunt Magazine photoshoot? does it show up in the tags or on your dashboard at all? i marked it with the 'mature' community label so I just want to see how it's working for everyone

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Business As Usual

Criminal Minds Rockstar AU! 

Word Count: ~3890

Warnings: Implications of offscreen shenanigans, Reid and JJ being devious little shits, but nothing too wild. 

A/N: Why does this exist? Fuck if I know! Was it a fucking blast to write? Fuck yes it was! The headcanon popped into my brain fully-formed while I was driving home from work one day, @stunudo​ and @rockhoochie​ encouraged me, and here I am. This will, at some point, be tied into the SPN rockstar au that I’ve been dicking around with, but for now it’s just the BAU doing their thing! 

Business As Usual

Talking Family and Feminism With Rock’s Hottest New Band

-

There are already fans lining up outside Terminal 5 when I arrive in the afternoon. It’s the first time Business As Usual will be playing in New York since the release of their sophomore album, Wheels Up, which has become the runaway surprise hit of the summer, largely thanks to the success of the first single, “Revelations.” They’ve gone from critically praised indie darlings to the brink of mainstream stardom, seemingly overnight. 

Band manager David Rossi, for one, isn’t surprised at the sudden attention. 

Rossi is an industry vet with almost four decades of experience under his belt. He’d been retired for a couple years when a friend dragged him out to see B.A.U. playing in a dive bar. He says that within two songs, he knew “the kids,” as he calls them, would be huge. By the end of the show, he was ready to come out of retirement if they’d let him manage them. 

With attention comes scrutiny, and for most bands, the rumors would be flying already. However, B.A.U. definitely isn’t most bands; there are no whispers of groupies, crazy parties, or other rockstar antics here. When you meet them face to face, that reputation makes perfect sense. They’re quiet and quirky, and they seem like five of the unlikeliest rock stars in modern music. 

-

“Very nice to meet you, Paul,” Rossi says, turning on the charm. This one’s gonna be a piece of cake. “Now. Before we get any further, just a couple things.” 

He gives the reporter his best fuck with my kids and I will fuck you up look and makes sure the guy looks suitably intimidated before he continues. 

“First, don’t believe half of what comes out of Penelope’s mouth, at least not until you confirm with somebody else. She likes to see what ridiculous things journalists will print.” This is, obviously, a lie, but they’ve found it’s the best way to deal with Penelope’s inability to keep anything private. “Trust me. You listen to her, you’ll end up with egg on your face.” 

“No problem,” Paul says obediently. 

“Second, you do not mention Reid’s stalker. Is that clear?” 

Paul nods, but Rossi waits for a moment, until he starts wilting slightly under the stare.

“I understand,” he says, nodding emphatically, and Rossi gives him a clap on the shoulder and a big smile. 

“Wonderful. Other than that, we’re an open book. Come in, they’re just getting ready for soundcheck. Let’s get you something to drink.” 

-

Officially, the band is made up of Emily Prentiss (vocals), Derek Morgan (guitar), Jennifer “JJ” Jareau (bass), Spencer Reid (keys), and Aaron Hotchner (drums). At first glance, they don’t look like they have anything in common; most bands tend to dress in a similar style and come from similar musical backgrounds, but these five couldn’t be more different. Reid, for example, was a classical piano prodigy who graduated from Berklee at the age of seventeen, and has a tendency to dress like an absentminded professor, while Prentiss, with her Siouxsie Sioux eyeliner, dropped out of prep school to tour with a riot-girl band. 

Producer and sound tech Penelope Garcia is the unofficial sixth member of the band, and they all credit her with melding their various eclectic songwriting styles into one distinctive, experimental sound. 

Garcia is an anomaly in a male-dominated field, possibly even more so than Prentiss and Jareau, but instead of trying to blend in or prove that she’s tough enough to fit in with the rest of the crew, she makes a point to stand out. During sound check, she’s wearing a wildly colorful dress and pink heels, which match the pink streaks in her hair and her thick pink-framed glasses. When I ask whether she deals with sexism in the music industry, she just laughs. 

 “Of course there are jerks,” she says, shrugging. “There are always going to be jerks. But I know I’m good at what I do, and my band knows I’m good at what I do, and that’s what matters.” 

“And the other women? Do they get heckled or catcalled a lot?” 

“The only person who’s allowed to objectify my band is me,” Garcia says cheerfully, and then makes a face. “Kidding! I would never.”  

-

“Nicely done on that solo, hot stuff, you play that guitar almost as well as you fill out those jeans,” Penelope says into the dead mic. It goes directly to the band’s in-ear monitors, so nobody else can hear. Derek laughs and the rest of the band roll their eyes.

When they set up the extra mics and the band-to-booth-only channel, this was not what they had in mind (as Rossi keeps reminding her) but… it’s so much fun. She hasn’t made Derek crack up mid-show yet, but she’ll get there. 

“One of these days you’re gonna use the wrong channel and the entire house is gonna hear you,” JJ says into her own second mic, but she’s grinning too. 

“Let ‘em listen, they’d just be jealous,” Penelope says breezily. “Another one?” 

“Can we run ‘Eviler Twin’ with the new bridge?” Spencer asks. 

Penelope adjusts levels on his synths and shoots him a thumbs up. “You got it, Boy Wonder. Hotch, count ‘em in.” 

-

Lead singer Emily Prentiss has a larger-than-life presence from the moment she steps onstage. She’s commanding and confident, and it’s hard to take your eyes off of her, whether she’s crowdsurfing, jumping around the stage, or delivering one of her trademark fiery speeches between songs. 

When Prentiss first expressed an interest in singing, her mother hired a private vocal coach who specialized in opera, and was disappointed when her daughter showed interest in less classical genres. 

“She was pissed,” Prentiss says, smiling to herself. “I started sneaking out when I was fourteen or so and going to this one little local dive bar that got all the punk and hardcore bands. I’m still not sure how I convinced them to let me in. But seeing the Dead Kennedys made me decide I was going to be in a band. I just looked at Jello Biafra and thought, I want to do that.”  

While their music isn’t explicitly political, the band themselves aren’t shy about expressing their opinions, Prentiss in particular. 

-

“...and that’s why I never wear a bra,” Emily finishes. “Does that answer your question?” 

“I think so?” Paul says hesitantly. He’s making a noble effort not to look down at her tits. 

Emily’s pretty sure it doesn’t answer the question, not even a little bit, but she’s also pretty sure the question was about relationships, so. Fuck that question. 

Emily’s not great at press, but she is excellent at rambling about the patriarchy until people tune her out. 

-

Drummer Aaron Hotchner, best known as “Hotch,” has become the unlikely sex symbol of the band, despite being the only one who’s happily married. The attention only seems to embarrass him. 

“It’s real fun to read him thirst tweets and watch him turn colors,” Penelope says, with a devilish grin. “But you didn’t hear it from me.” 

When Hotch goes out to greet fans after the show, the female shrieks reach a deafening pitch. He greets everyone with a charming, dimpled smile and talks to each one as if there’s no one else waiting for his attention. The crowd is sizeable and some of the fans are overfamiliar, to put it mildly, but Hotch spends over an hour there, speaking to everyone individually. He remains unfailingly polite, taking pictures and signing things even after the rest of his bandmates have excused themselves for the night. 

“He’s just the sweetest,” one girl sighs to her friend as they finally head home. 

Hotch, who is notoriously unenthusiastic about talking to the press, did not want to comment. 

-

“Love you too, Jack. Take care of your mom,” Hotch is saying, as he walks through the green room door. He hangs up, and Emily can see the moment he notices Paul; his smile vanishes and his eyebrows flatten in a scowl. 

“Was that your son?” Paul asks politely. 

“Yes.” 

“How is he?” 

“Fine.” 

Paul’s smile falters for a second. “Do you talk to them every night, when you’re on the road? Touring must be tough.” 

Hotch just gives him a curt nod this time and Emily winces. Paul clears his throat. 

“So… you used to play in a grunge band, is that right?” he asks tentatively. 

Hotch gives him another stony look. “That is correct.” 

JJ opens the door, and Emily can’t help but mutter, “Oh thank fuck.” 

JJ looks between Hotch, who is holding eye contact without blinking, and a petrified Paul. Then she quirks an eyebrow at Emily, who gives her a panicked nod. 

“Hi there, you must be Paul,” JJ says warmly. She jabs Hotch discreetly in the side as she passes him. “Rossi and Morgan are getting food, Hotch, they said you should join them.” 

He looks like he’s about to protest, but Emily shoots him a look and he heads for the door. 

JJ sits next to Paul with a dazzlingly bright smile, eyelashes fluttering. “It is so nice to meet you. Reid and Garcia are in the batcave, I’m happy to take you out there, but I’m all yours if there’s anything you’d like to ask me about first.” 

Emily shoots her a thumbs-up and escapes before Paul notices. 

-

Jennifer Jareau, better known as “JJ,” has the sort of wholesome, all-American beauty that turns heads wherever she goes; she wouldn’t look out of place on a magazine cover. In fact, modeling was what led her indirectly to the band. 

JJ started playing music in her high school marching band, but never intended to pursue it seriously. She was the valedictorian of her small town’s high school and had a full scholarship to the University of Pittsburgh. Between her sophomore and junior years, though, she was spotted by a modeling agency and offered a job; it would just be one week, in Los Angeles. She says she was most excited about the opportunity to fly in an airplane for the first time. 

While in L.A., JJ met Prentiss, and the rest is history. The two women seem to work seamlessly together and frequently complete each others’ sentences, but while Prentiss is commanding and confident, JJ is soft-spoken and feminine, almost motherly. 

-

“I always wanted a family,” JJ says, with her most heartfelt Colgate-ad smile. “It ended up looking a little different than I expected, but here we are.” 

JJ’s 95% sure that’ll be the pull quote for the article. Men like Paul eat that traditional shit up with a spoon; she should probably rein it in before he jizzes himself. 

-

The “batcave,” as they call it, is so full of gear and recording equipment that I stand in the doorway while I talk to Reid and Garcia. Her desk takes up a third of the room, and it holds two laptops in addition to several sound boards and microphones. She’s putting together a rough demo of a song they started working on a couple days earlier. 

Reid, meanwhile, is sitting on the floor, surrounded by the disassembled parts of two amps, and he’s tinkering with something tiny and delicate-looking. When I ask what he’s doing, he rattles off a rapid-fire string of technical jargon, and I have to ask him to repeat himself. He looks to Garcia, who holds up her hands as if to say ‘don’t look at me,’ and Reid turns back to me to say, simply, “I’m making it sound better.” 

Reid has a tendency to speak at three times the speed of most humans, and frequently goes off on baffling tangents about everything from obscure composers to beekeeping to the origins of Halloween. It’s hard to follow, sometimes, but his bandmates seem used to it. 

When asked if anything has changed with the band’s recent success, he says thoughtfully, “I honestly haven’t noticed. None of it makes a difference to me, as long as I get to play music.” He pauses for a moment, then adds with a smile, “My high school reunion last month was very satisfying, though.” 

-

“... William Onyeabor, of course! Lately, also, a lot of Philip Glass and Gil Scott-Heron.” 

Spencer realizes he’s been staring up at the ceiling instead of talking to the reporter. He blinks and refocuses. Paul looks slightly shell-shocked. 

“So to answer your question, yes, we do spend a lot of time writing when we’re on the road,” Garcia interjects. Spencer winces. “We’ll probably have almost an album’s worth of demos by the time the tour is over. We could stay in here all day, the trick is getting Reid to remember to eat.” 

Spencer rolls his eyes. 

“So is that how you guys spend most of your spare time? Writing and playing music?” Paul asks. 

“Well, it’s not like we’re total shut-ins,” Garcia says. “We go out and have fun too. Admittedly, JJ and Emily’s idea of fun is starting bar fights, but -”

“Really?” Paul asks, looking at Spencer curiously. 

He scoffs. “No, she’s kidding.” 

Garcia, absorbed in whatever she’s doing on her laptop, continues absent-mindedly: “Well, it’s not that they start fights, but they both do Krav Maga and also attract a lot of idiots, so… idiots start bar fights and then the girls finish them. Let me tell you, you do not want to mess with JJ.” 

Paul looks at Spencer again. He shakes his head quickly. 

“I mean, can you really picture JJ in a bar fight?” he asks, forcing a laugh. 

Garcia’s still rambling. “Honestly though you really gotta watch out for this one right here. Reid’s our resident wild child.”  

He gives Paul a disarming, wide-eyed, ‘who, me?’ smile and shakes his head again. 

“Oh, man, one time in Boston he -” 

“Garcia,” Spencer interrupts. She looks up, glances at the tape recorder in Paul’s hand, and shuts her mouth hastily. Paul is starting to look suspicious.

“Ha! Just kidding,” Garcia says shrilly. “He’s a big ol’ dork, really.” 

Spencer nods earnestly, doing his best puppy eyes. “I spend most of my time reading, honestly. She’s just trying to make me seem cooler.” 

Paul’s expression clears slightly. “That… makes sense.” 

He doesn’t press for details, which is good. The legendary Boston Incident is not something Spencer needs in print. 

-

Derek Morgan learned guitar from his father, a Chicago blues artist, but says that when he began to write his own music, he immediately gravitated to classic rock. He cites Hendrix, the Rolling Stones, and Led Zeppelin as influences, and it’s easy to see that onstage; Morgan has the rakish charm and suggestive swagger to rival the moves of any of his idols. If anyone out of the group were to fit the mold of the traditional rockstar, I’d expect it to be him. 

The truth is much more innocuous. Offstage, he’s a perfect gentleman, respectful and chivalrous to a fault. He doesn’t drink, and he somehow finds time to work out almost every day, even when they’re on the road. 

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m dead boring,” he says, with a wide grin. “Truth is, none of us really fit into any of the usual boxes. That’s why we get along so well.” 

He says Garcia is his best friend in the group, and I can tell he’s fiercely protective of the band, especially the women. When asked if he’s usually the one looking out for the girls, he laughs. 

“Honestly, they’re not the ones I worry about,” he says. “But sure. We all look out for each other, really.”   

-

The bartender shows up, finally, and slides two glasses over to JJ. She knocks back the shot first. If this dumb hipster keeps slurring at her about how much artistry there is in dubstep, she’s going to need another one very soon. 

“People just don’t get it,” he says, sidling a little closer. JJ steps back. 

“Ben - Ken?” she asks, and the guy pauses, affronted. “I’m sure that’s very interesting, but you should probably know that I’m gay.” 

He raises his eyebrows. “Like, gay gay?” 

“Gayer by the second,” JJ says coolly. 

“How do you know, though?” Ken says, which is a level of douchebag she didn’t actually expect from him. He must be even drunker than he looks. 

JJ gives him a polite smile. “I’m going to go find my friends now.”

“Hey, hang on.” 

He grabs her arm as she turns away. Behind his back she can see Derek heading in their direction. She gives him a little “stand down” wave. 

“Bad idea,” she warns Ken. 

“Oh yeah? What -” 

“Back off,” Emily snaps, appearing at her side. 

Ken looks at them mutinously, and as they turn away, he mutters something that sounds like (but probably isn’t) “Duckin’ bikes.” 

“Say it to my face,” JJ tells him sweetly. “Let’s see how that goes for you.” 

“What are you gonna do about it?” he asks belligerently. 

Emily grabs one of his wrists and twists hard, while JJ gets the other. Ken yelps. 

“Everything okay here?” Derek says from behind him. He’s doing what can only be described as looming in a distinctly menacing way. “I think it’s time for you to head home, buddy.” 

“Shoo,” Emily adds. “Go on. Skedaddle.” 

Ken skedaddles. JJ can’t help but laugh.

“We had it under control,” Emily reassures Derek. 

He frowns. “You sure?”

“Just another one who thought he could cure me with his magic dick,” JJ says with a shrug. “More shots?” 

“No way, uh-uh,” Derek interrupts sternly. “Emily. Come on. You remember what happened last time you tried to outdrink JJ?” 

“It was so much fun until then, though,” JJ chirps. He knows them too well. She exchanges a look with Emily. 

“Hey, have you seen Reid lately?” Emily asks innocently, and while Derek is scanning the crowd and scowling, JJ gestures to the bartender. 

-

Only time will tell whether Business As Usual will continue to grow in popularity, but Rossi seems confident that they’re here to stay. To hear him tell it, he’s met everyone from the Stones to the Strokes (“And I have the scars to prove it!”) and he has an eye for which bands are in it for the long haul. 

He says, “Long-term success isn’t about who’s the most talented musicians or the best performers, although these guys are both. So many bands crash and burn early.” 

“Why is that? What makes you so sure these guys will be different?”

“You hear people blame it on the lifestyle, the drugs, the parties, but truth is, those don’t matter all that much as long as the band is taking care of each other.” He smiles proudly. “These guys, they’ll always have each others’ backs. They’re a team.” 

-

“You about ready to head back to the hotel?” Hotch asks quietly, lining up his shot. “This isn’t going to last much longer.” Sure enough, he sinks the ball neatly and straightens up, giving the table a calculating look. 

“Let me round ‘em up,” Derek says. “Meet you outside in five.” 

“When has it ever taken five minutes to round up this bunch?” Hotch asks wryly. “You have fifteen and then I’m leaving. Shout if you need help.” 

He spots Penelope first. She’s in the middle of the dancefloor, dancing with a guy who might as well have cartoon hearts popping out of his eyes. She’s not drunk to the point where she’s doing her signature Shitfaced Shimmy, so she won’t be too hard to wrangle. He catches her eye and taps his wrist, then points to the door, and she shoots him a thumbs up. 

Piece of cake. 

He looks around for Reid next, hoping against hope that the kid hasn’t attracted any crazy tonight. He’s not sure why or how, but Reid has proven more prone to disaster than the rest of the crew combined. If you asked Derek who in the band was most likely to get slapped, get kidnapped, get stabbed (accidentally), lose his shoes on the way back from the bathroom, get fully lost on the way to the bathroom, get hit on by a prostitute, puncture his own foot with a dart, snort something sketchy and end up wired til dawn, or befriend a mob boss, the answer would be Spencer Reid, every damn time. 

He knows this because Reid’s already done most of those things. 

Emily pops up at his side. Her level of sobriety is surprising until Derek notices the smug smile on her face and the phone number Sharpied on her arm. He gives her a fist-bump. 

“Meet you outside,” she says cheerfully. 

This might be even easier than he thought. 

“Hey, Emily,” he calls, and she turns back to look at him. “Have you seen Reid or JJ?” 

“JJ found me a while ago to borrow my swiss army knife,” she says thoughtfully, and then her eyes widen in realization. “She never came back and I haven’t seen Reid. Shit.” 

“Alright, you check outside, look in the alley, I’ll do a sweep around here. If Garcia’s not already outside, call Hotch.” Emily nods curtly and turns toward the door. 

Derek elbows his way around the fringes of the dance floor, scanning the crowd for JJ’s blonde hair, but no luck. He checks a couple of the out-of-the-way nooks and crannies where Reid likes to curl up to pass out, even glances under a couple tables, but there’s no sign of him. He heads for the door that leads to the hallway with the bathrooms. 

He almost runs right into JJ and Reid, who are arm-in-arm as they burst through the door. 

“Oh good,” he says, mildly surprised to see them both upright. Then Reid looks up with big, innocent eyes, sniffing and twitching his nose like a goddamn rabbit, and JJ flaps her hand urgently toward the front of the bar, stepping around Derek without breaking stride.   

“We should go,” she says quickly. “Now.” 

“What did you do?” he groans, shepherding them through the crowd. He can see them exchange a glance. JJ wipes her nose with the back of her sleeve, Emily’s multi-tool still clutched in her fist. 

“We may have rearranged some things,” Spencer mutters. 

“There might be some physics magic brewing,” JJ adds. 

Just as Derek half-shoves them through the front door, he hears a shout from the direction of the bathrooms.

Amazingly, everyone is standing on the sidewalk waiting for them. 

“Double time,” Derek says hurriedly, and they all fall into step. 

“Eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds,” Hotch says, looking at his watch. He holds a hand out to Penelope. “Pay up.” 

“Thing One and Thing Two over there were just stirring up some chaos,” Morgan explains. 

“Do I want to know?” Penelope asks, fishing a twenty out of her purse. “Is this a plausible deniability situation?”  

Emily shakes her head. “I swear, Reid, one of these days I’m going to put a leash on you, and not in a fun sexy way.” 

JJ and Reid are already half a block ahead of the rest of them, arms linked, heads together like they’re plotting again. JJ lets out one of her weird little coke-giggles and Derek can hear Reid chattering about… the Wizard of Oz, for some reason? Whatever. 

Just another day for this weird-ass bunch he calls family. 

[crowdsurfmagazine]

Quickfire Questions: Weirds.

Weirds’ debut LP is set to be released on 12/05 with the awesome Alcopop Records, who they signed to at the end of last year. The band really have got better with every single release, especially with their HUGE new single ‘Phantom’. 

Listen to ‘Phantom’ here:

Their debut, ‘Swarmculture’ is set to be an incredible release, so we decided to get to know the four-piece with some Quickfire Questions.

Who are you?

Hey we're Weirds! Aidan, David, Zachary and Matthew.

Where are you from?

We're originally from a small town in Cheshire called Nantwich but we moved up to Leeds a few years ago. Nantwich is a small kind of one horse town, theres a few clubs that put cover bands on and stuff but no real music scene whatsoever. Moving up here was definitely the best thing we ever did.

How did you meet?

We all met at school and have known each other vaguely since we were about 11. It wasn't until we were about 14 that we really got to know each other though, definitely through our shared taste in music. There was a group of us that used to sit on top of two giant swan things in the playground and talk about music, fuck know knows why they had them there; I think they got them from Alton Towers when they had no use for them. Looking back, God knows why we chose two old rusty boats in the shape of swans- we must have thought we looked cool but we definitely didn't, Haha!

Do any of you have any other talents?

Matt is a great classical musician, he used to play violin for The Travelling Band when he was about 15. He never told us though, it wasn't until years later that it came up in conversation, he was proper blasé about it which we obviously found hilarious. Maybe we'll go and write some kind of John Williams-esque thing next, who knows.

Favourite books?

The Saga of Hawkwind by Carol Clerk is something i've read quite a few times, the stories in that book and things that actually happened to that band are insane. I've always been massively into Hawkwind.

Favourite movies?

I must say i'm a sucker for a feel good film from time to time, I watched Cheaper By The Dozen 2 last night; 9/10.

4 essential items you have to take on tour...

1) Equipment

2) Clothes

3) Toiletries

4) In our case, a used fucked up drum skin with terrible drawings of us on. Don't ask.

If you were curating a festival, who would your three headliners be?

Day 1: Sleep

Day 2: Radiohead

Day 3: Kyuss (we can have one reunion can't we)

Where in the world would you like to perform most?

We'd love to go and play in Japan.

The best gig you've ever been to?

It's a tough one, that. We've been to countless shows and it's really hard to pick one out. A really great one that sticks out has to be Foals at Rock City (Nottingham) in 2010, we'd have all been 16 & 17 and the excitement of it all was great, it was the first real show we'd all gone to together and we were really into those guys at the time. Everything was so unplanned and we didn't even know how we were gonna get there so when we finally did, we were over the moon. Foals played a blinder too as always.

Matt is off to see Primus in June though so that might top it for him.

What new band would you recommend we listen to?

Josefin Ohrn + The Liberation. I went and saw them twice the other week.

How can people listen to you & support you?

Just by coming to our shows and by getting a record. It's also great to speak to and hang out with people that have come down to see us after the show

What do we have to look forward to from you?

Our album is out in May and we're itching to get it out and for people to have the chance to hear it. We worked so hard on it and everything has turned out just as we wanted it so we're extremely excited! In terms of shows we're off our on tour with The Wytches which is going to be a blast. Then comes Festival season so there’s no rest for us but we thrive on that. We want to be playing shows as much as possible and it's something we've aspired to be able to do so with it all in the diary, it definitely couldn't come quicker.

Check out more from Weirds here: Facebook Twitter Soundcloud

[ghostcultmagazine]

Ghost Cult has launched a new weekly news show! We cover the major stories of the week in heavy music, new albums released, and a look at our mailbag and examine what music we are listening to, books we are reading, and more! See below for some links worth checking out from this weeks' news! Hosted by Keefy (https://ift.tt/2LlAx1W) with Editing by Omar Cordy of OJC Photography (https://ift.tt/2Jvi9TC) RIP Little Richard https://ift.tt/3dBr3Mt New Rules For Concerts to Ban Moshing and Crowdsurfing https://ift.tt/3fLmh0r Slipknot cancels Knotfest Roadshow, Knotfest UK and Knotfest UK https://ift.tt/3bvOpBz Corey Taylor raises $150k for charity - https://ift.tt/2LmLEYs Rammstein cancels EU tour - US likely next: Ghost sues Ghost Vodka Puscifer new song and video "Apocalyptical" https://ift.tt/2YHiz25 Devin Townsend starts writing a new album: Nex Static X song and video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDKR-xVGa70 Solemn Vision new video: https://ift.tt/2zlzY5S Dave Grohl misses concerts and fans: https://ift.tt/3cqw4ad Einar Selvik Wardruna to help compost Assasins Creed Valahalla soundtrack: https://ift.tt/2zBtDmA Super7 Toys makes Anthrax and Motorhead figures https://ift.tt/2YZNFSx Follow Little King Diamond: https://ift.tt/2ABjbwb Marc Lopes Let Us Prey new video https://ift.tt/2YZSkEj Hydraform thrash new song Chained: https://ift.tt/2X5e8eK Streaming - who rules at covers? Charlie Benante- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ff60IrtLogU Mike Portnoy- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGzrwTKXc9k AA Williams - Deftones Cover https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPJGIJl9WRk Blacktop Mojo: https://www.youtube.com/user/blacktopmojo New interviews: Pop Evil: https://youtu.be/SsHZOWOObjw Jacob Bannon (Umbra Vitae/Converge) :https://ift.tt/3flmTK9 Paradise Lost:https://ift.tt/2YT00I8 Jesse of Binary Code: https://ift.tt/2TdeH5b Between The Buried and Me: https://ift.tt/2LqV7hE New Albums Released on 5/15: https://ift.tt/2z2Yvg3 by Ghost Cult Magazine

[r8n-moved-blog]

5-17

aah this got long

5: Color:pink! and greem

6: Flower: pink carnations

7: Perfume: hmm i don’t know!! i like minty and fruity smells though

8: Yankee candle scent:same as the last one..

9: Radio station:i prefer pandora!

10: Restaurant: pizza my heart

11: Food:aah.. pasta? tacos?

12: Thing to cook:pasta bc i don’t know how to cook tbh

13: Concert attended:bullet for my valentine! i crowdsurfed

14: Beach:any :^o

15: Day of the week:thurs or friday!

16: Book: brave new world by aldeous huxley

17: Magazine:uhhh.. don’t really read them :^/

[naomidryden-smith]

The Hardest Walk

There’s a clutch - actually more a large grab - of bands I was utterly devoted to in my early teens who I never managed to see in concert at the time.  One of those is Jesus And Mary Chain.  So when they announce they will be touring playing the ENTIRETY of Psychocandy, starting at London’s Troxy on 20 November 2014, I immediately pitch to shoot it for Classic Pop Magazine, whilst also feverishly buying tickets online.  Just in case.

Troxy is a wonderful art deco listed building, self-consciously conspicuous on the contrastingly unromantic Commercial Road in London.  My feverish ticket-buying not frenzied enough, I had only managed to secure seats in the upper stalls - not very rock ‘n’ roll: Troxy has to be one of the only venues that has four-seater tables side-on to the stage.  With all the art deco iron railings, glass light fittings and lamps on the tables, it feels a bit like having supper on the Titanic. 

True to old form, and ever subversive, JAMC have opted to play their encore at the beginning, not the end, of the set.  How this will work with the first three songs shooting rule causes me some head-scratching, especially when security informs me that I need to watch the encore from my seat before making my way to the stage after about 4 or 5 songs - but he’s not exactly sure how many.  This makes me a bit anxious, as do his instructions of how to get to the stage – go straight through the middle of the audience, head towards the front, the gate to the pit is over to the right.  Right.

Twitchy after four songs, I head downstairs and through the doors into the stalls area as instructed.  Into a totally different world from the cruise ship upstairs.  Down here, my hair goes immediately Diana Ross from the steam and I can see people crowdsurfing frantically.  I follow instructions and head towards the front - it’s going okay, until I literally hit a wall of bodies.   No way round, through or over.  People are reluctant to let me through, but I think more can’t than won’t.  A minute more and I’m completely stuck.  I can’t see a thing (I’m 5′2″) and fast becoming panicky that I won’t get to the pit in time.  (No-one had mentioned the magic word “intermission” to me…).  By now I’ve reached the bottom of one of the two wrought iron staircases that flank the auditorium, and can see the gate across the bottom with a “no entry” sign.  I’ve explained to people where I’m trying to go, and they decide that there’s no way I’m going to make it through - and suggest I should shoot from the stairs.  In my sweaty panic, I hesitate for a moment before deciding this sounds pretty reasonable, slip round the gate and climb up to the platform halfway up the stairs.  Ironically, I think we are now on  song 5 – Up Too High.  I decide that it must be time to start shooting, get out my long-range zoom, lie on my tummy and take some photos.  Very quickly I notice a couple of security on walkie-talkies looking concerned in my direction.  And pointing.  I think Jim Reid also shoots me a couple of glances.  I start feeling a bit uncomfortable/mortified, and one of the security starts wildly gesturing me to come down.  Psychosniper on the stairs. I look down at the heaving mosh of seriously large, hectic blokes who think they’re still 20 and shake my head, trying to make myself thinner and flatter so they forget about me.  Images of Edina and Patsy from AbFab flash through my mind.  Finally, one of the walkie-talkies climbs up and fetches me, leading me down, though the crowd (oh, actually it’s easy...), and out through a very handy, very sensible side door, down a very reasonable empty corridor, and then back in through another door leading to the pit.  Evidently the crucial bit of orienteering information the first security guy had missed.

Two songs later, there’s an intermission, through which my face slowly returns to its normal colour.  THEN the intro to Just Like Honey kicks off, ear plugs are in and I’m in the pit for the next three songs.  Next to Prodigy, it has to be the loudest gig I’ve shot - pure white noise - blasting away my embarrassment.  I think the security guy feels sorry for me – I’ve mentioned that, apart from everything else, I’m worrying I’ll miss my favourite song,  The Hardest Walk, while I’m fighting my way back to sit on the Titanic.  When Taste The Floor (the third song) finishes, he motions me to stay put so I can listen to it from there, right at the front. 

From hapless-middle-aged-psycho-sniper to gawky-fourteen-year-old-in-Psychocandy-tshirt in 10 seconds. Smiling doesn’t even come close.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iz_G92ILhGY

[eldritchsurveys]

923.

5k Survey XLI

2101. Are you an optimist? >> No. I don’t think I’m really any of the “-ists”, not in any consistent sense. 2102. If you were in the Breakfast Club, which character would you be? >> I don’t know enough about the Breakfast Club to have an answer for this. 2103. Who do you have no respect for? >> I don’t know. I haven’t encountered anyone that I can’t even muster the most bare-bones amount of respect for. Even if I don’t agree with them or think their behaviour is deplorable, I’m still going to do my best to treat them like a human being -- just a human being I don’t necessarily want to be around. 2104. Is the plural form of cactus cactuses or cacti? >> I’m under the impression that it’s “cactuses” but “cacti” is acceptable. Kind of like “octopuses” and “octopi” (although I am also under the impression that another acceptable plural of octopus is “octopodes”??) Is the plural form of penis penises or peni? >> I have never heard “peni” offered as a true plural for penis.

2105. What does your favorite coffee mug look like? >> It’s white on the outside, yellow on the inside, and it has a little cactus drawing on it. 2106. Have you ever gotten hurt at a concert? >> Mildly. I was a little banged up in the neck/head area after Taste of Chaos, because of crowdsurfers kicking me in the back of the head and landing on me while trying to dismount. Nothing any more intense than that, though. 2107. What age do you think it is most difficult to be? >> --- 2108. Do you like to be considered weird or different? >> I’m indifferent. I know I’m weird, I don’t need external confirmation on that front. 2109. Do you think you could handle a day in jail? >> I suppose I’d make it through somehow. But it would be very harrowing, and I certainly couldn’t push through for much more time than that without breaking down in some way. 2110. Is your body an amusement park? >> It isn’t. 2111. Are dj’s obsolete? >> My last encounter with a DJ was in January of this year, so I imagine they’re not obsolete. 2112. What is the best liquid in existence? >> I mean, water. All other earthly liquid (well, that I can think of...) is based on it in some fashion, anyway. 2113. What is turning out better than expected? >> I’m not sure. 2114. Who is the most overbearing person you know? >> I don’t think I know any especially overbearing people. 2115. Who does it surprise you that you are close to? >> Being close to anyone outside of Inworld would surprise me. 2116. Apparently Eminem got booed at the MTV music video awards because he was making fun of Moby onstage. What do you think of this? >> I don’t even remember this. 2117. Close your eyes. What do you see? >> Mostly blackness. 2118. What’s the best Van Halen song? >> I don’t know. I do like Running with the Devil, but mostly I just... don’t remember what songs they put out. 2119. What do you picture when you hear the word “Puritans?” >> Some vague eighteenth or nineteenth-century imagery of New England mostly cobbled together from movies. 2120. Have you ever been on a trampoline? >> I have, I used to love trampolines. I don’t have the same stamina for them now, but I’d still probably get one if we moved into a house with a backyard. 2121. What do you use batteries for the most often? >> The only things I’ve put batteries in lately are my toothbrush and... yeah, no, I think that’s it. My computer peripherals are wired, I haven’t had to replace the TV remote’s batteries yet, and every other electronic I have plugs in to be charged. 2122. What do you find thrilling? >> I’m not sure. 2123. Porch swing. Sunrise. What else could you ask for? >> A nice beverage, I guess, otherwise I agree -- that just sounds perfect. 2124. Do you like William Shatner’s cover of Mr Tambourine Man? >> I’ve never heard it. 2125. Where’s the sexiest place to have a piercing? >> --- 2126. Do you get panic attacks? >> Occasionally. 2127. How long does getting dressed to go to a club take you? >> --- 2128. What is Adam Ant’s best song? >> I don’t know his (their?) music. 2129. Does your body need improvement or is it just fine? >> I’m inclined to believe that it needs improvement, but I’d also just love to accept it the way it is while allowing room for improvement (in terms of health and fitness, I mean). That’s the hard part. 2130. Does watching MTV or reading beauty magazines make you feel bad about yourself? >> Those are not the things that make me feel bad about myself... 2132. What is the most romantic movie ever? >> The Shape of Water. 2133. Do you think that woman are treated as second class citizens of this world? >> What world? Every culture / nation has its own way of treating women. 2134. What would you do if you were at a dance club with your significant other and he or she got into a fistfight with someone? >> If Sparrow got into a fistfight with someone, I’d like to see that play out. She’s always talkin about fighting people anyway, lmao. There’s her chance. I, on the other hand, am disinterested in getting beaten up, so. (If it gets bad, I’ll just call the EMTs.) 2135. Has anyplace ever asked you to leave? >> Yeah. 2136. Have you ever been openly kicked out? >> As opposed to politely being asked to leave, you mean? Yeah, actually, this is a better descriptor of what happened. 2137. Are you permanently banned from anywhere? >> I don’t know if the bans were permanent, per se. I didn’t go back to find out. 2138. Who is your favorite movie director? >> Darren Aronofsky. 2139. What topic do you hate to talk about? >> I hate talking about music sometimes because it often turns into a “x genre/song/artist is better than y genre/song/artist” sort of thing. I don’t care about all that, I just like talking about music I enjoy and hearing what kinds of music other people enjoy (and maybe listening to that music to see if I also enjoy it, because common ground is nice to have). 2140. Are you looking forward to the remake of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory or do you think it could never be as good as the original? >> Oh, is this the one with Johnny Depp? I saw it, but considering I am unfamiliar with the original, I have no comparisons to make. It was... all right, I suppose. Like most JD movies. 2141. Do you enjoy the band Ministry? >> I think I’ve heard them a few times but they didn’t make a lasting impression or anything. 2142. What is your coziest article of clothing? >> I find my hoodies to be cozy. Also, pjs. 2143. What is your favorite word to say? >> I don’t know. 2144. Does your name and your significant other’s name feel like one word to you? >> No... 2145. Do you like the band the Buzzcocks? >> I’ve never listened to them. 2146. Can you tell when other people are lying? >> I don’t know, I don’t bother trying to guess. 2147. Do you like to wear glitter? >> No. 2148. Would you prefer to wrap your own presents or have them all gift-wrapped? >> --- 2149. Where do you go when you want to meet new people? >> I have no idea where one goes to meet new people. 2150. What is the best first sentence to a book, in your opinion? >> I don’t have an opinion about this.

[headlinerportugal]

Hetta e Cobrafuma “partem tudo” numa noite insanamente irreversível | Reportagem Completa

Corajoso crowdsurf de Alexandre Domingos dos Hetta | fotos © Joana Sousa / Shootsounds Teve lugar em Braga no passado sábado, 24 de fevereiro, a segunda edição de “Uma Noite Irreversível”. O evento aconteceu no Café-Concerto RUM by Mavy, local situado mesmo ali ao lado do gnration, bem no coração Cidade dos Arcebispos. Mais uma vez, respondi de forma positiva, com muito gosto também, ao convite feito ao headLiner para marcarmos presença. Novamente formulado pelo principal responsável da Irreversível Magazine.

A dinamização esteve a cabo da Irreversível e contou novamente na produção e realização com o total apoio da gig.ROCKS!, editora e promotora bracarense.

Ao contrário daquela bela e seca noite de outubro em que realizou-se a primeira edição, desta vez segui até Braga sob uma noite bastante carregada. A chuva e o vento foram companheiros persistentes a partir do final da tarde e continuaram pela noite adentro. Tal não foi um empecilho gravoso capaz de travar a lotação totalmente esgotada que já era prevista, as últimas dezenas de bilhetes venderam-se mesmo à porta. Apesar do clima adverso, dentro do Café-Concerto RUM by Mavy vivia-se uma atmosfera contagiante por entre conversas animadas antes do início das “hostilidades”

Francisco Barros, o cicerone da noite e responsável da Irreversível, deu o mote para os concertos com o sorteio do primeiro bagaço, antes da segunda atuação da noite houve outro. Algo bastante incomum, teve até a sua piada. Efetivamente acabou por ser uma forma de dizer “acomodem-se que a viagem vai ser bastante agitada” sem recorrer ao uso de palavras. Todo o público saiu da estação por volta das 23:15h a um ritmo verdadeiramente alucinante. Perante um espaço lotado e um ambiente verdadeiramente fervilhante deu-se o início da atuação dos Hetta.

"Porti", Alexandre e João dos Hetta | fotos © Joana Sousa / Shootsounds Uma das minhas grandes curiosidades do evento foi pela performance desta banda. Banda oriunda do Montijo, junta quatro personalidades: Alexandre Domingos (voz), João Pires (guitarra), Simão Simões (bateria) e João Portalegre AKA “Porti” (baixo). Pude comprovar, muito rapidamente, todo o burburinho gerado em seu redor no decurso de 2023.

O rastilho definitivo (provavelmente nem era necessário) foi Alexandre Domingos fazer logo nos primeiros segundos um mergulho para o crowdsurf de forma tão afirmativa. Tal aconteceu de forma regular durante os cerca de 30 minutos em que os Hetta “agitaram as águas” leia-se: todo o líquido de cerveja e afins alcoólicos a voarem dos respetivos copos.

Alexandre Domingos, tem visualmente a pinta toda para um vocalista de uma banda punk rock. Alia a tal uma voz perfeitamente animalesca, isto, dito e escrito, no sentido positivo da expressão. O som de Hetta é uma amálgama de vários estilos no qual o punk é o ponto inicial: são rajadas explosivas traduzidas pela voz berrante de Alexandre, pelas batidas pujantes de "Porti", os riffs de calorosos produzidos por João na guitarra com o devido complemento do baixo de Simão. Não visualizo outro projeto semelhante no panorama alternativo nacional pelo que a sua existência é altamente positiva. Aliás o próprio Alexandre foi afirmando que é “preciso que a malta nova faça bandas". Seguramente os Hetta são um excelente porto de inspiração.

Alexandre Domingos, o vocalista dos Hetta | fotos © Joana Sousa / Shootsounds Do EP “Headlights”, editado em 2022, foram tocados “Sugar Glass”, “Angel Bait” ou “Prizefighter”, este último o tema de encerramento. Dos singles mais recentes o público foi presentado com “Mold Song” e “Ritalin Kid”.

A meia hora de alta voltagem teve mosh agressivo, sempre com a devida segurança, acompanhado por um pronunciado headbanging foram sinais indiscutíveis da intensidade com que foi vivida a atuação sólida e agitada dos Hetta.

A realeza do rock minhoto marcou presença com elementos de bandas como El Señor e Travo (ambas tocaram na noite inaugural de “Uma Noite Irreversível”), dos Mayu, dos Doutor Assério e dos Capela Mortuária.

Miguel, José e João dos Cobrafuma | fotos © Joana Sousa / Shootsounds A banda seguinte a tocar foram os Cobrafuma, uma das muitas reencarnações do bem conhecido guitarrista minhoto José Roberto Gomes que faz parte também dos Solar Corona, dos Kilimanjaro ou dos The Black Wizards. Na bateria tivemos Luís Chaka Santos, na guitarra Miguel Azevedo e Rui Pedro Martelo no baixo. Estes três incríveis músicos são os restantes elementos desta incrível banda portuense, todos eles vindos de projetos também bastante relevantes como são os casos de Plus Ultra ou Greengo. No relógio passavam já 20 minutos da meia-noite quando a energia dentro do Café-Concerto RUM by Mavy concentrou-se totalmente no sentido do palco. O quarteto portuense, ou se quisermos quatro amigos a rockar, dava entrada em palco para gáudio de todos os presentes. José Roberto Gomes fez questão de marcar a ocasião com o anúncio de que era uma "Noite especial... Última vez que vamos tocar em Braga". Será provavelmente a nota que nos diz que o projeto Cobrafuma não terá continuidade além dos concertos que vão fazer em 2024.

Crowdsurf, uma constante da noite | fotos © Joana Sousa / Shootsounds Maioritariamente a três vozes: José, Miguel e Rui, a performance rolou a um ritmo bastante alucinante por entre um infinito crowdsurf (as mulheres também foram corajosas) e um mosh pit mais acelerado que um bólide da Fórmula 1. Lá no meio do “barulho” todo estavam os fãs “hardcore” com as letras bem ensaiadas. Já o headbanging alastrou a toda a sala, recorrendo a uma expressão do mundo das séries, que nem “wildfire”. Efetivamente o pessoal “curtiu milhões”. No som dos Cobrafuma há uma (boa) mixórdia de estilos musicais: do mais lógico o rock’n’roll, passando pelo punk até ao garage. Tal pude comprovar em faixas como “Trovão”, “Buraco” ou “Coma do Rock”: algumas das que foram apresentadas nesta atuação.

Corpos suados (em tronco nu também) com sorrisos no rosto, malha após malha, eram os sinais que a cobra fumou e provavelmente estava na plenitude de uma das suas mais generosas ganzas de sempre.

Martelo dos Cobrafuma | fotos © Joana Sousa / Shootsounds Foram uns bons momentos de altíssima intensidade, daquele tipo que faz faísca. Uma atuação de “Aço” (um dos últimos temas interpretados) para finalizar uma noite em que a loucura fora extravasada de forma positiva e festiva.

A terceira edição de “Uma Noite Irreversível” já tem data marcada, será a 4 de outubro de 2024.

Agradecimento final à Joana Sousa, nas redes socais como conhecida como Shootsounds pela disponibilização das fotos utilizadas nesta reportagem.

Corajoso crowdsurf de Alexandre Domingos dos Hetta | fotos © Joana Sousa / Shootsounds Texto: Edgar Silva Fotografia: © Joana Sousa | Shootsounds

[antmrankingskd]

6. CoryAnne

My call-out average: 4.85 (4.79)

Panel call-out average: 4.75

Spots #3-6 are insanely evenly matched; not much separates them and they could basically go in any order. CoryAnne was a difficult contestant for me to place. While she was overrated at times by the judges, I feel like fans tend to underrate her rather often, especially her work in the first half of the competition. Other than her missteps in the Crowdsurfing and Jet Setting photoshoots she continually delivered good and occasionally stellar pictures all the way up though the first Top 7 week. Her Comp Card instantly made her one of my early favorites and I was also super impressed with her Avant Garde shot. CoryAnne was one of the top performers in both of the video shoots too, a valuable asset considering the VH1 prize package. She also had one of the best walks out of the cast and almost always excelled when runway came up. I thought she was one of the more modelesque girls in the group, though I preferred her pre-makeover appearance. All of this should technically merit a place closer to the top of my ranking, but the problem with CoryAnne is that she completely tanked the last portion of the cycle. She landed in the bottom 2 of my callouts every week following the comeback and I could justify her elimination in any of them besides the mock Paper Magazine cover. I’m not sure if the pressure got to her, but the way she bombed the most critical section of the competition majorly drags down her body of work. Another issue I had with CoryAnne was that she often looked way older than she was, even in shots of her that I loved. I just think she needed a bit more work on mastering her angles and how to catch the light in a way that flattered her bone structure. Even though CoryAnne lasted a bit too long, I still thought she was one of the stronger contestants and if she hadn’t faltered towards the end I would’ve been okay with her making it to the finale.

I was never all that invested in CoryAnne. I found her to be pretty dull and the way she constantly brought up her supermodel mother got old fast (trying not to be shady, but I had never even heard of her). She showed some more humanity towards the end of the competition once she started to open up about the reality of the relationship she had with her mother, which I really appreciated. Other than that CoryAnne just wasn’t interesting to me.

[jillmckenzie1]

Warped Tour

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Photo Credit: Richard Hartog

Let’s pretend I have a waybackintheday machine that we can step into and travel back to 1995.  Why would we go there you ask? Are we going to bet heavy on the 49ers winning the Super Bowl? Are we planning to unveil the Unabomber’s identity the day before his manifesto comes out? We could try to get on the jury for the OJ Simpson trial. Should we tell Bill Clinton to leave Monica Lewinsky alone? All good options my friends, but too risky. Why risk catastrophically altering the future when we could go to the first ever Warped Tour?  Gwen Stephanie is going to sing Saw Red with Sublime’s Bradley Nowell (who I happen to share a birthday with). There will be backstage shenanigans with L7 and Orange 9MM, pro skaters everywhere and, of course, a rock climbing wall. It’s so epic that Van’s will immediately sponsor it for the next 23 years. Which will inevitably bring us to today, and the unfortunate announcement that this will be the final full nationwide tour.

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So here we are, with heavy hearts all around. Nothing lasts forever and all that jazz. Warped earned a special place in my childhood. It reminds me of high school and everyone’s band trying to get on the lineup. Some of my friends were in a band called Annebelle Lee and they played it in 2005.  I think the first year I went was ‘04. It was the first time I crowdsurfed. I get a good laugh to this day thinking about the emo haircuts and AFI eyeliner. A look for the history books. I went again in 2016 and the nostalgia was overwhelming. I scored a coveted all access pass (cue the harp music and angelic singing). The vibe was exactly as it always has been. Less Than Jake brought a representative from the Guinness Book of World Records to verify their attempt at the biggest circle pit in history. They failed, and the guy said ICP had a better one.

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The Warped Tour has historically featured some AMAZING bands. Sublime, No Doubt, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, NOFX, Anti-Flag, Blink 182, Bad Religion, Coheed and Cambria, Five Iron Frenzy, The Lunachicks, Mad Caddies, and hundreds of others.  I feel like I missed my calling and I should have just been a roadie. Good thing we have that waybackintheday machine. The lineup this year is impressive as always. 3OH!3, The Amity Affliction, Nekrogoblikon, Reel Big Fish, Senses Fail, and The Used are among the Denver headliners. There will also be a bunch of local artists to check out. Six stages will be set up in the parking lot of the Pepsi Center. Doors open at 11:00 AM on Sunday July 1st. Tickets are going fast.

If you haven’t been before, this is a really high energy event. It’s noisy, sweaty, grimy pop punk fun for all ages. It’s always a long day in the hot sun so remember to hydrate and wear sunscreen. This is the end of an era and Warped will be dearly missed by many. Let’s send it off with a proper goodbye. Info and tickets at vanswarpedtour.com.

from Blog https://ondenver.com/warped-tour/

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Quickfire Questions: The Winter Passing.

After years of relentless touring and awesome tracks, The Winter Passing are already regarded as a really impressive act. Now with their sophomore album out next month they have many eager eyes on them.

The Irish quartet have spent the last year and a half touring internationally, sharing stages with Touché Amore, Modern Baseball, Gnarwolves, Balance and Composure. So, in the run up to the release of what is looking like an incredible album, we caught up with the band for some Quickfire Questions:

Who are you?

I'm Rob, I play guitar & sing in TWP, Kate also sings & plays organ, Jamie plays guitar, Neil plays bass & Kev plays drums. 

Where are you from?

We're from Tipperary in the middle of Ireland but are currently based in Dublin, Ireland. 

How did you meet?

Well Kate & I are siblings so we've known each other forever and we grew up with Jamie & Neil so we've all been friends for over 10/15 years now since we were in school together, we all grew up in the same town & have been playing music together in various projects previous to The Winter Passing throughout our late teens/adult life! Our friend Kev joined the band playing drums this year. 

Who are your favourite bands and influences?

My favourite bands are The National, Jimmy Eat World, Brand New, Mac Demarco, The Replacements & Smashing Pumpkins. TWP's collective influence stems from bands such as Sonic Youth, The Cranberries, The Breeders, My Bloody Valentine, Weezer, Fugazi,  Guided by Voices, 90's alternative acts such The Anniversary, Bad Brains, Bikini Kill, The Get Up Kids, Jawbreaker, Hole, The Gin Blossoms, Sunny Day Real Estate, Sleater Kinney, American Football 

Do any of you have any other talents?

Neil & I skate a lot especially on tour, I also cut hair for a living so I guess that's a talent? Jamie is super creative with media stuff like video editing & Kate is pretty good at baking! 

Favourite books?

Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire 

Favourite movies?

Donnie Darko, Wayne's World, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Wedding Singer & Sing Street. 

4 essential items you have to take on tour...

My phone charger, my own pillow, my ear plugs & a spare guitar. I've learned from previous touring to always bring a second guitar. Just in case!

When not writing music or performing, how do you spend your free time?

Adventuring with my girlfriend & dog and being creative in the barbershop! If you were curating a festival, who would your three headliners be? Cool question! I'm gonna go with Oasis, Weezer & Bad Brains. 

What's the best tv series?

Sons of Anarchy.

The best gig you've ever been to?

I have more than one best gig I've been to! The National in Marley Park, Dublin summer 2016 was pretty special for me. The Gaslight Anthem at The Olympia in Dublin in the summer of 2014 and Have Heart's last ever Irish show in 2012 I think. There the ones that stand out a lot to me! 

What new band would you recommend we listen to?

Brand New Friend, some lovely friends of ours from Belfast, they're an awesome band. Also our US label mates Culture Abuse, I'm a big fan of their band!

How can people listen to you & support you?

By coming to the shows and reacting with us.

What do we have to look forward to from you?

We're excited to release our new record 'Double Exposure' on April 21st of this year & hopefully people are excited to hear it! We've also been working hard changing up/revamping our live set so we're excited to perform the Double Exposure era of TWP.

Catch The Winter Passing on the following dates:

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Blog 6: Crowdsourcing in Times of Crisis

Crowdsourcing has very quickly gained momentum and being noticed as an extremely critical source of obtaining information during crisis situations. Crowd souring during crisis situations is massive, information shows that from crowd surfing alone data is often more detailed and just as accurate as the data obtained from hardware sensors and official channels. If done correctly crisis crowd surfing can make aware almost instantly any situation that may arise. For crowdsurfing in crisis to go smoothly however requires a few things to be in place, such as the appropriate tools, adequate moderators and professional managers that can utilize the crisis crowdsurfing tools to its advantage, but also understand its limitations (Harrison and Johnson, 2016).

The Boston Marathon bombings occurred in 2013, one year after such event social media website users on Reddit created a thread about finding the Boston bombers, the theory behind the thread was to use information filtered through from Reddits news thread which supplied live updated information about what had happened on the day and also following the investigation progress. A photo of a teenager from brown university began to circulate on the thread wrongly accusing him of involvement and later turned out he was deceased. This is an example of social media crowd surfing during a crisis not benefiting a situation, although it has in fact more often than not been critical in assisting during crisis (Wade, 2018).

As stated in the The Twitterisation of ABC's emergency and disaster communication Article it is mentioned that the most efficient way to send out information and ask questions during a crisis is to not follow a big chunk of information with a question at the end, people tend to forget the information after focusing on the question at the end. This is evident during crisis as often people do not have time to sift through big chunks of information and only require short, precise lines of information that they can absorb quickly. Efficiency and timeliness are what people require from social media updates covering crisis situations, if these updates are inconsistent or irrelevant than you find people will discontinues obtaining their information though those means (Posetti, 2012).

Harrison, S. and Johnson, P. (2016). Crowdsourcing the Disaster Management Cycle. International Journal of Information Systems for Crisis Response and Management, 8(4), pp.17-40.

Wade, C. (2018). How Reddit Reckoned With Its Own Power in the Year After the Boston Bombings. [online] Slate Magazine. Available at: http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/technology/2014/04/reddit_and_the_boston_marathon_bombings_how_the_site_reckoned_with_its_own.html [Accessed 22 Jan. 2018].

Posetti, Julie and Lo, Ping. The Twitterisation of ABC's emergency and disaster communication [online]. Australian Journal of Emergency Management, The, Vol. 27, No. 1, 2012: 34-39. Availability: <https://search.informit.com.au/documentSummary;dn=046926063833158;res=IELAPA> ISSN: 1324-1540. [cited 04 Feb 18].

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Honor in the Pit: Dillinger Escape Plan at Baltimore Soundstage

This article was original published in 2014 by What Weekly, a now-defunct Baltimore magazine.

“Just keep your elbows up and you’ll be OK.”

That was the advice my friend Josh gave me before Summer Slaughter last year, a hardcore metal show headlined by The Dillinger Escape Plan and my first of its kind. The way he and his friend Eric had been hyping up the mosh pits, I spent serious time debating whether to wear a mouth guard, shin guards, and a jock strap. I chose none and came out with a sprained wrist.

So why am I on my way to see Dillinger again?

That’s all I could think on the car ride to the Baltimore Soundstage last Saturday. And not only that, but why had I roped along my friend John, who had never been to a show like this? Whatever the reason, it was too late to turn back now.

On the way there, we stop at 7-11 to grab Red Bulls, a crucial ingredient for the prospective mosher. Just before we arrive at the Soundstage, we chug our drinks in a ritual we call “riding the Bull,” and head inside.

We’re early, giving us a chance to scope out the crowd, another vital step. We identify a few people as “potential problems” and a few we plan on dragging into the pit ourselves, including a guy in a classy silver sport jacket, a guy wearing neon yellow socks and a light-up Transformers shirt, and Super Mario himself.

As the show starts, a Norwegian band called Shining takes the stage. Led by Jørgen Munkeby, Shining is a fascinating outfit that has Munkeby switching between vocals, guitar, and a tenor sax with ease and style. He would throw his sax back and high into the air, barreling out complicated, intense riffs like dipping George Michael’s “Careless Whisper” in hellfire.

Torstein Lofthus, the drummer, had his moment as well, pounding out an incredible extended solo to start a song before Munkeby joined in with another fiery sax section to crowd fanfare.

The soundcheck crew prepared for the next band with a lengthy and grating test before launching into a mediocre song of their own, inspiring us to poke our earplugs farther into our heads. After they began playing a second song, however, we realized that that were actually Retox, the next band.

“We are an opening act,” lead singer Gabe Serbian finally said, brushing aside his fauxhawk. “I hope you like us. If you do, good. If you don’t, even better.”

He mentions that the Soundstage management instructed him to inform us that we should save our ticket stubs to come back the next night to see the lead singer of Creed perform. He can’t get through the message without laughing.

“Dude, I love Scott Staph,” a cry comes from the audience.

With that, Retox’s final song begins. Halfway through, Serbian hops down from the stage and leaves.

Trash Talk is the next band to take the stage, led by Lee Spielman, a man who looks like he was born in mosh pit, his face looking swollen in few places and his long hair dripping sweat down his back, and who proved to be one of the most charismatic performers of the night.

“Hold on, Baltimore. There’s no barrier to this f***ing stage so I need every motherf***er diving head first off this stage,” he commanded, and the audience was more than happy to oblige. “Somebody kicked me in the f***ing jaw,” he said ecstatically by the song’s end.

The light nodding and the occasional sole mosher eager for the show to start that characterised previous acts turned into a riot under Spielman’s direction. The stage became the new frontier for most of the audience as stage dives started happening every few seconds to mixed results, but one especially ambitious soul actually climbed a dangling stagelight and hung from the rafters, eliciting huge cheers from the crowd. Not even security seemed keen to stop him.

Spielman’s next orders were “crowd around me, crowd around me” as he hopped down into the audience. “You with your f***ing arms folded,” he yelled, singling out a person in the back, “get up here! You’re no better than any of us!"

Inches from his face, I have no idea what to expect. Then the order comes. “All right, when this next song starts, I want you all to circle pit." I look to spot John’s face in the crowd. We exchange unprepared looks. Spielman screams, the wardrums start, and the crowd ignites, rushing in a mad circle around him. People shove off each other, grab bystanders from the fringes and drag them in, and try to hop over the cord to Spielman’s mic.

I watch a guy fall and rush over to help him up, but the crowd has already lifted him to his feet before I even get halfway there. I think back to when I fell in the pit at Summer Slaughter and sprained my wrist. Before it even registered to me that I had fallen, there were three hands extended in my direction to help me up. “There’s honor in the pit,” Josh had told me, and he was right.

The Soundstage isn’t a large venue, but for a show like this, it’s miles long, an observation not lost on Spielman, back on the stage, as the song dies down and he notices a large contingent of the crowd hanging back. He splits the room in half, ordering every mosher in the front to attack the back at the start of the next song.

All of us winded from the circle pit, my group steps to the side to observe. We see true, distinct fear take hold of the back half of the room, and Eric points out an older gentleman who simply throws his hands up, accepting of his fate. The song starts and at first, there’s no movement from either side, then suddenly, the entire front half charges at the back, fists flowing wildly into the air, screaming, jumping, gnashing. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

Josh spots a guy who looks like he’s about to be trampled and rushes into the battlefield to help him. Eric follows in support, but John and I hang back.

We’re all exhausted as Trash Talk leaves the stage, but we know that it’s only going to get crazier once Dillinger takes the stage. Sure enough, as the clock counts down and the lights dim, a palpable tension descends over the room and a real anxiety starts to build up in our guts. We look around the crowd, their faces darkening and fists clenching. If these people were willing to hang from rafters and go to war for Trash Talk, what would they do for Dillinger?

The screens onstage begin displaying hypnotizing messages and the image of a woman in a trance. The crowd begins to rush forward. Long, ominous bass booms ripple through the room, vibrating through our chests and ribs, timed with blinding light flashes. A few moments later, the band files on stage and launches into their first song, “Prancer.” Greg Puciato, the lead singer who looks like a hulking version of Macklemore, grabs the mic, kneels on the edge of the stage and grabs a fan by the shirt, pulling him close and screaming into his face as loud as he can.

From all over, whenever Puciato comes close, hands reach out to grab him, trying to pull him into the crowd like the river Styx. People push and shove and punch to get closer to him, or just for the sake of it.

Behind me, a mosh pit breaks out, but right now, I’m so close to the stage that I want no part of it. Occasionally I get flashes of my group swirling around me, pushed by the mob. There’s a moment where I watch one of them on my left get shoved backward and disappear into the tumultuous, angry sea, and I don’t see him again until the end of the song when suddenly he’s on my right.

“You want to go up?” Josh asks me, gesturing to the crowdsurfers. I’m not sure, honestly. I’ve watched it go particularly poorly for a few unfortunate folks. But I’m not here to sit on the sidelines, so I give him the go-ahead. He and Eric each grab a leg and thrust me up on top of a crowd who shoves me forward onto the stage. I land roughly on my left elbow, which starts bleeding, and stand up, looking out. In the moment, I headbang a bit, glance to Puciato, his thick neck red as he screams wildly a few feet from me, then I leap off back into the crowd. Hands reach up both to support me and protect their owners. It feels like I’m floating miles above the crowd. After what must have in actuality been five seconds but felt like five minutes, I’m set gently back on my feet next to John, who nods in approval but cannot be convinced to do the same.

I can’t blame him. Last year, I wouldn’t have done it either, even after the inspiring display of watching a man in a wheelchair get carried up almost to the stage, wheels and all, grabbing Puciato’s outstretched hand before security denied him the stage floor.

Security at the Baltimore Soundstage is thankfully much more permissive. During the band’s encore, they sit in chairs onstage and play the same manic rhythm juxtaposed with a decidedly more relaxed posture, before Puciato grabs his chair and throws it into the pit, a dangerous and irresponsible move but incredible nonetheless.

I run to the bathroom to palm water into my mouth from the sink like a man in the desert finding an oasis, and return feeling rejuvenated, rushing past tired faces to slam myself into the crowd, finding my place at the front again. A fan jumps onstage during a cover of Aphex Twin's "Come To Daddy" and Puciato hands him the microphone. Not missing a beat, the fan perfectly emulates Puciato's style and screams "come to daddy" over and over to the crowd before jumping back in.

Guitarist Ben Weinman stands on a speaker inches in front of us, looking down upon us like we are his subjects, then treats us as such, stepping forward onto, not into, the crowd. His left foot lands on my shoulder and I grab it to support him as he plays from above, standing tall. Eventually we push him back onto the stage and he lands smoothly, seamlessly returning to his place by Puciato’s side.

The final song begins and true chaos finally breaks out. It starts with a fan rushing the stage to grab the setlist, met by a sly grin from Weinman, appreciating the fan’s tenacity. Soon, another fan climbs up, trying to grab water, paper, a drumstick, anything. More join him, each of them grabbing for a piece like Prometheus trying to steal fire from the gods. Eventually there are more people on the stage than not. I join them.

All vestiges of society disappear around us as the elevated mosh takes over. The band members take it in stride, hopping onto their amps to keep performing over the sea of zealots below. They ram and elbow each other, clawing at the band. The ones closest to the edge look like Persians about to be pushed off a cliff by King Leonidas and his Spartans.

I consider jumping off, one final crowd surf into the night, but there simply aren’t enough people below anymore to support it. I am surrounded by faces desperate for Puciato’s blessing. He is their savior, their own personal Jesus Christ. I am not at a concert. I am at church.

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Princess Nokia at House of Vans

On Wednesday, June 7th, The Drums and Princess Nokia performed at House of Vans. Doors for the show opened at 7PM and I ended up arriving at 8, with Nokia scheduled to go on at 8:30. I overheard a security guard tell someone the show was already at capacity with the GA line down the block of people still trying to get inside. 

Princess Nokia was full of energy (her third song was "Brujas," with the line "Don't you fuck with my energy"), and a large portion of the crowd were clearly her fans, singing along to every word. She gave a shout out to the Smart Girls Club, mooned the audience, told anyone to come up front if they felt unsafe, crowdsurfed during one song, and said that she loved her job and if she was ever sad, one should smack her in the face.

More images are now up on Impose Magazine here.

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BAND: STRIKE ANYWERE

COUNTRY: USA

FAVOURITE RECORDS: HARD TO DECIDE BUT I THINK “EXIT ENGLISH”.

You know why I write about them today? because 3 days ago, me and my best friend took a flight to London just to see them playing. Shit I’ve never seen them live in the last 6 years and it was too fucking much time.The show was great and we met a lot of friends from all around at the venue but let’s start from the beginning. I discovered them by the bonus DVD on the “rock against bush” comp and it was BOOOM. I loved that video from the song INFRARED immediately, that song was so fucking great and it still is for me. Fast, melodic, cool armonies and screams. a perfect mix between punk rock and harcore. I started to search more about the band and I was lucky because “exit english” was just released and many magazines, websites and kids were talking about them because it was clearly an amazing album. I bought it at the shop where I bought all of my records during mi teenage years one morning when I decided not to go to school but going to buy records (how punk I was). It was 2003 or 2004, the years when I was discovering the hardcore side of punk rock so they were a natural and perfect step between thoese two legs of punk. I listened to that album a million times in a row, I remember that the first 4 songs were blewing my mind then after all of the songs came to me, Track 10 of that album “extinguish” is probably my all time favourite song from strike anywhere. and when i was not listening to it, I was listening to some homemade mix where I’ve put at least a couple of songs from them. The next record I bought was “To live in discontent”, not a real album but a collection if b-sides and rarities, the sound of most of the songs was a bit shitty bu I didn’t gave a shit about it. I know every song on it and expecially loved “Asleep” and the title track. Then I bought their first album “change is a sound” and I rembember that I was truly in loved with it since the first listening. It was sounding so raw and angry..so full of energy and every songs was like a bomb. If I said that my favourite album is Exitenglish, this takes silver medal after a long head to head ride. Is pure gold and is amazing how a debut album from a band of young boys, can sound so fucking perfect! in 2007 they signed with Fat wreck chords and I was more than happy because my favourite label was singing one of my new top bands than they released Dead FM and I can say that I was expecting something more. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a bad album and I could not say that is their “worst” cause they’ve ever done a bad album but at least the one that I like less. There are probably the best melodies and armonies from the band on this album but sound a bit too melodic for the strike anywhere that I’d love to listen. By the way, there are some of their best lyirics on it, and is not easy to say this because they always wrote smart, inspirational adn heartfelt words in their songs. Funny how I said that this is the recrod from them that I like the less but is the only one that I own both on cd and Vinyl. This record permitted me to finally see them in 2007 ten fucking years ago. It was a Sunday evening and i was moving to the venue called “rock planet” with my beloved sister. That club was perfect for punk shows because was not too big, the stage was small and just 1 meter high with no barrers. There were not so many people, just 50/70 people I think but the show was incredible, I sang along every word of every song and almost broke a finger while I fell on the floor after doing crowdsurfing. I saw them the year after and in 2010 in a Festival in Mantova. was cool but not the best because the stage was too high and the badn was so far from the crowd but there is a thing that i always love to remember: a guy was doing some crowdsurfing and then when he arrive at the barriers, a security guy (in case you don’t know, in Italy 90% of security staff are complete idiots) took this guy and smashed it heavily to the floor ripping his shirt. Thomas, the singer, saw that and immediatly stopped the show yelling “hey hey, no bullshit like this, we are all having fun, there is no place for violence here” and then told to the guy “sorry for that, please go to our merch table and take the t-shirt that you want”. that was one of the countless moment when I thought: “shit, I belong to the best thing on this planet”. After several years the released Iron front and I love it so fucking much both the 7″ and the LP and there are two of my favourite song from them: “orphan age” on the 7″ and “postcards from home” on the full album, those songs are just perfect. then they started to play less and not being a fulltime band so I waited all of those years for seing them live till last sunday. Funny fact is that the show was at Underworld in Camden town, the venue where was filmed the DVD that I bought just after they first record I took from them. I love when some cirles of lifes ends up this way. Love and respect.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUDNskH4vkY