I FOUND THE WHAAAALES
Well, I certainly had a pleasant evening last night…jam packed full of sweet breakdowns and kooky characters. Not to mention an injury. Oh hey, why don’t I whine some more? Here’s a brief rundown:
I don’t go to the Music Hall of Williamsburg very often, but I love it for one reason, and one reason only: AIR CONDITIONING. I’m always 20 degrees hotter than everyone at any given time, so I appreciated not sweating even once last night. Other than that, their sound kind of sucks. Oh well.
Zoroaster were a bit of a trip. The bass player wore a raccoon tail…? Sure, why not? But then came Burst, who were as delightful as I had expected them to be. It’s a shame they’re breaking up, but I suppose it’s always best to leave on a high note. I liked the bass player’s other band, Nasum, as well. Also, a big ups to the guy who was standing in front of some compadres and I during that set. Justina’s tweet from last night pretty much sums it up.
Gojira sure put my air drumming skills to work. I can’t even describe how bewitching the look on Joe Duplantier’s face is when he sings. That man could burn a fucking hole through my head with his eyes.
Then came trouble. About 20 seconds into their encore, an overzealous mosher rammed into me and put me on the ground, almost knocking out my teeth in the process. Don’t worry, they’re still there, but I definitely felt that. Party on, Wayne.
I want French toast.
-Elise
