It isn’t often that a band comes along and tears ass around my heart. I’m a lover of local rock, punk and metal. 98% of the albums in my car are from bands here in Maine. I’ve been to a lot of local shows over the past few years and I’ve seen some shit. I’ve acquired some favorites, and one at the top of my list is Drivetrain. I saw them for the very first time in the beginning of 2017 when they opened for Fifth Freedom at Empire, and then many, many, many times after that. I try not to miss a Drivetrain show, because it’s a guaranteed good time. Kinda like sexy time, except with decidedly more cowbell. Not none, just… more.
If you love hard, 70’s and 80’s style rock ‘n roll that makes you want to strap on some leather and barrel-ass down the highway at a buck-twenty and then smash a can of PBR on your forehead when you’ve reached your destination to celebrate how much of a swag badass you are, then you’ll love Portland’s Drivetrain. Seeing them live is an experience, even for introverts. They’ll have you singing along in no time. You just can’t help it. When Kevin Beling says “Whoa oh whoa, oh whoa whoa whoaaa”, you fucking repeat it back. Don’t be a little bitch.
I suppose they really got me hooked when I got a copy of their EP, “Hellcat”. It’s a three song project, but it was enough to leave me wanting more. “Burn Slow” is for sure my favorite song of theirs, but “Mortal Koil” and “Midnite Ride” top that list, too. I mean hey, who doesn’t love that British pussy? Have that honest conversation with yourself. You can find “Mortal Koil” and “Midnite Ride” on their brand new full-length album, “Muscles Big”. It came out on 11/23/18 to rave reviews. You can find it at Bull Moose Music stores for $10 and at https://drivetrain.bandcamp.com/ for $9 (digital) or $10 for a hard copy. Personally, I love hard copies. I like to be able to feel the rock between my delicate little fingers.
To celebrate the release of “Muscles Big”, Drivetrain is having an album release party at Empire in Portland. Let me warn you, this show will rumble your bits. It’s gonna be a loud, wild night. Drivetrain is of course the headliner, and they’ve invited a couple special guests to round out the evening…
Sygnal To Noise from Biddeford (howwwwdy neighbors!) is showing up to party your pretty little face off. There isn’t a band in the scene that sounds like Sygnal. Formed in 2013, they’ve been spreading the Sygnal and bringing rock back to the forefront. They are a heavy-hitting band, with their catchy riffs and lyrics sold and streamed worldwide. They’ve won several awards and have played with the likes of Disturbed, Volbeat, Sebastian Bach, Seether, and *insert a shit ton more famous bands here*. I guess what I’m trying to say is, they fucking rock, man. I can’t put it any clearer than that. Listen to their three albums (so far…) and you will understand how much fun and energy and heart they put into their music and live shows. Find out at https://sygnaltonoiserocks.com. Also, no one has a voice like Coopa. Fight me.
I haven’t seen them since Hallobash in October, so I’m having withdrawals. I can’t wait to hear some of my favorite songs, like “Without Color”, “Cliche”, “Dirty Girl”, “Politician Man”, “…” oh never mind, I love them all. Just play them all.
Also joining the fun is Twin Grizzly. These motherfuckers aren’t messing around. They will take your face in their loving hands and take a blowtorch to it. You won’t have a face left, sorry. Twin Grizzly is high energy, loud rock ‘n roll. They will get in your face and yell at you about sex and other awesome stuff, while wailing on guitars and making panties drop. That’s just how it goes. You game? You should be, Shirley.
Twin Grizzly will get your blood pumping with singalong tracks a la Drivetrain, and will rile you right up good. They will be your musical fluffer for the evening. Is that right? I don’t watch porn. Sounds good though, so I’ll stick with it. They will prime you, is what I’m getting at. I just… I gotta shut up LOL. Check them out at https://twingrizzly.com/.
The cool kids will be at Empire this Friday night, myself included (not saying I’m cool, I’m more like a barnacle that attaches itself to kick ass rock bands), and you should come out and play with us. The party starts at 9pm, tickets are $10 and you can nab ’em through Eventbrite on Facebook. Oh, and it’s 21+, because alcohol. Little kiddies can’t have the grown-up juice.
Congrats to Drivetrain on their debut album “Muscles Big”. I can’t wait to get myself a copy and rock out with you this Friday night. Maybe I’ll make like Paul Revere and come by horse…
Oh, and I know it’s been a while between blogs. Lost my mind again. Surprise! Talk soon. Love ya, goons.
I was begrudgingly dragged to a show Saturday night. That isn’t something I’d normally admit, but here we are. See, things aren’t ok. Like, at all. The good news, I guess, is that friends have a way of picking up on that. So, instead of my regularly scheduled program of crying in the bath and skipping dinner, I got dressed and remembered how to put eyeliner on, since it’d been a while. Imagine seeing me without my winged eyeliner…freaky. Soon, my chariot arrived to take me to Westbrook. I’m perfectly capable of driving, but there’s no getting out of it when a ride is on the way. Off to the 212 we went.
You know what? I’m glad it played out that way. It was comforting to see a bunch of familiar faces that I haven’t seen in many, many months. Plus, the music was really, really good. Top notch, straight outta Maine, music. It was my second time seeing Division/North (Biddeford), and how did I not remember how fucking good they were from the first time? This band is fairly new, but you couldn’t tell. Drummer Dan Aldrich, also of Burning Time, has been jamming with guitarist Justin Patry for years, and the chemistry isn’t hard to see. Their music is modern, melodic rock, and something I didn’t even know I needed until I suddenly needed it. Can we get these guys on a show with Re:Vision? Kthx.
Next was Objet. Jesus tapdancing Christ on a cracker, these guys are just so, so talented. I’m telling you, if you haven’t seen these guys live yet, you need to. I honestly don’t know how to put into words how tight and technical their hard rock/verging on metal is. The time changes alone will make you tilt your head like one of those dogs with the smooshed faces that breathe funny. There was a guy there who has Objet’s album, “Inanimate”, (which was recorded and mixed at The Halo by Jonathan Wyman and mastered by multi grammy-winner Adam Ayan at Gateway Mastering. So yeah, high quality Maine made shit) who knew every word to every song, but had never seen them live. His expression was fucking priceless, and he uttered a single, powerful “wow”. Yeah, buddy. I know. Welcome to the “I Just Saw Objet And Consequently Shit My Pants” club.
And what can I say about Sygnal To Noise? That I love them? Actually, you know what? That’s very extremely true. This isn’t the Sygnal that you’re used to. The roster has changed many times over the past few months, and for someone like me who doesn’t adapt well to change, I braced myself…
They were FUCKING AMAZING. Front man, Coopa, has held down the fort and recruited some badass talent to replenish and revive this incredibly fun, talented, Maine rock ‘n roll machine. The new iteration of Sygnal To Noise is a 4-piece, featuring founder, lead vocalist and now back-to-guitar Coopa, bassist Greg Burns-Jackson, drummer Nick Coffin, and guitar god Joey Nash.
I was checking my phone outside, unaware that soundcheck was over, when I heard a familiar riff being played. It couldn’t be. Is it? Holy shit, they are playing “Without Color” from their debut album of the same name. What??? I’ve been wanting to hear this song live for about a year and a half. It describes what goes on in my head every single day, and I never thought I would see it performed live. I bolted inside and made my way to the front of the stage, and let the tears stream as I sang every word. This was actually happening. They played some songs from their newest album, “Horns High” and a few from “Under Construction”. Then they played “Again” from their first album. ANOTHER song I was convinced I’d never see live. Coopa traded the mic for the bass, and Burns-Jackson sang the lyrics beautifully, doing the song proper justice. Guess who cried again? This new Sygnal has my approval, 100%.
Headlining the night was Beyond The Fall, legends in Maine at this point. I think the last time I saw Matt Fournier and crew was St. Patrick’s Day, 2017. Fairly certain. It had been a long time, and I was so happy to hear these guys again. The musicianship is something that never leaves you wanting when you see BTF. Also, Matt Fournier has one of the best voices in Maine music. And the drummer…
Everyone wants Tony Cortez in their band, and if they are a drummer, they want to be Tony Cortez. Dan Paulsen, drummer for Objet joked, “If I die, please get Tony Cortez to replace me. Don’t like, kick me out of the band or anything, but if I died…” Hahaha! Tony is an excellent drummer, this is true, and you just have to see for yourself. Beyond The Fall as a whole are incredible. Also, Dan, don’t die.
It was one hell of a night. My sadness came in waves, but I do remember at one point during the night, standing in the crowd and feeling the energy and nostalgia wash over me. My eyes got misty and I smiled a slow smile. It was a brief moment of contentment as I remembered who I was, and who I’m looking to regain.
To the Maine music scene, thank you for the reminder.
Here we are again, kids. It’s August, which means three things: One, those things you made are going back to school; Two, summer is coming to a close; Three, it’s almost time for Herd Flock. That’s right ladies and douchenozzles, Herd Flock 3: Flock Yah is almost upon us! Three days of music, camping, zero sleep, and rolling down hills into trees *clears throat, Jeff York, clears throat again* is less than two weeks away. It’s like Christmas, but with zero presents and no magical, pleasantly plump whateverthefuckisit? coming down the chimney.
Look, it’s taking all I have just to write this fucking thing. I’m listening to Ruin’s “Along The Way” to psych myself up. I won’t lie, I am in no way mentally ok. I also cannot promise that verbal sewage won’t leak from the manhole in my face. But, I promised a write up. I would also never cross Adam Begin, for we are bat siblings. He eats ceiling tiles, bro. Don’t mess with that.
If you’re new to Herd Flock, I encourage you to go through my blogs and read the one titled “We All Went Down To Herd Flock” and follow it up with “Flock Yeah”. That will give you a solid understanding of the journey you’re about to embark on if you plan on attending this year’s fuckfest. I say that as a compliment to the whole ordeal. It is quite an experience. Get ready for August 31st, motherfucker. There’s nothing like Herd Flock. It’s like a family reunion where the adults run around like lunatics instead of the children, and instead of a bunch of cousins you’d rather not see, there are guitars and drums and people you can staple money to.
If you’re a local music lover, Herd Flock is something you really shouldn’t miss. Sure, there will be visiting bands from other states, like Taken, Crypitus and VRSA, but they are “local bands” where they’re from. Plus, Maine’s music scene is super welcoming, and we love making connections and watching badass new bands. That’s called networking, bitch. I think I counted correctly when adding up the bands this year. 27. If that is incorrect, then I don’t know what to tell you other than I can’t count and I’m aight with it.
There will be some new local bands, like Alions, 3FD, and Exhuming Pamola, and some local favorites, like Stillborn Condition, Weapons At Hand and Re:Vision. I am super stoked at the lineup this year! Aside from the 27 (I’m sticking with that number) bands, we also have to thank Dave and Patricia Peterson from Windham Tattoo and Body Piercing for donating the stage again this year, and for being on hand with their mobile unit. They will be tattooing and piercing all weekend again this year. I got a hole punched in my nose last year, and I love it. They were safe and sanitary and did a great job. Recommend.
I remember the first Herd Flock…holy shit. We almost set the woods on fire the first night. Stir fry was made over a garbage can, pretty much. A cop showed up. Year two, I moshed in flip-flops, slept on a rock formation, and we almost set the woods on fire again. No cops this time. I can’t wait to see what year three brings. I hope it’s bigger and better than ever. Ever being two years, but still. You can find all the info you need on Facebook. Just fucking look up Herd Flock. I gotta make you work for some of it. If you truly want to go, you’ll do it 😉
Bring your tent, sleep in your car, whatever. It starts at 4:20pm on Friday, August 31st with the first band, Second Sight, kicking it all off at 6pm. Last band plays at 4pm on Sunday, September 2nd, and you gotta get the hell off the land by noon on Monday, September 3rd. It’s only $20 for the whole weekend. Kids 6 and under are free. Sorry, no single-day rates are given. You can bring your own food in. Hell, someone made hot dog omelettes last year on a little grill. You do what you gotta do. I’m just glad there’s a Dunkin down the road. Coffee es muy importante. It makes me want to kill just a little bit less, which works out really well for you.
So come one, come all to 450 Main Street, Richmond, ME. Follow the bloody sign until you’re down in the Back 40. I promise when it’s over, you’ll never be the same.
Is it just me, or has a lot of shit changed these past few months? It’s like the universe is kicking our collective ass (fuckin’ Mercury in Gatorade or some shit). Bands breaking up or replacing longtime members, couples splitting… I hate to say it, but it’s disheartening and has made me take a huge step back from it all. I don’t adapt well to change (flashback to November when I completely lost my shit. Ah, memories) and there has been one metric fuckton of it. I guess that’s why I’ve been radio silent (except for my job! See what I did there? I kill me.) for nearly two months. I mean, my blogs have become spread further apart than a sorority girl’s legs on Halloween. My focus has been on my personal life, to be quite honest. I still have a lot of work to do in that regard if I ever hope to be sane enough for someone to say, “This looks safe and reliable. I’d put my child in it.”
I haven’t been to many shows in a while. I definitely miss it. I miss throwing the horns and emceeing shows. All of it. So now, I guess it’s time to play catch-up! There are some new bands, like Dark River Rising, that I got to witness the debut of. How can you go wrong when Alan Jones (Fifth Freedom) and Sonny Robinson (Twisted Roots) team up for some badass southern rock ‘n roll? Uh, you can’t. They played the second night of THeatherfest (my word…) this past Saturday, and I can attest that they are kickass.
I’m sad to hear that 13 High has called it a day. I wish I could have been there for their final show. I’m sorry I missed it. I promise I’ll get out to some shows soon. I miss the fam. I miss the dino-moshing. I miss the clown suits. Mostly, I miss how it was two years ago. Remember 2016? One of the best/worst years of my fucking life, and I would relive that summer over and over again if I could. I was new to the scene, and everything was vibrant and exciting. All these cool local bands at my fingertips, filling my earholes with joy. I met my favorite local death metal band (Stillborn Condition) and I crowd surfed for the first time at Live at 212. I met a radio legend, Rob Kennedy (WTOS) and got to co-emcee an album release show with him at Empire. I also got to introduce 311 on the Maine State Pier. Life was, at the time, alright. Don’t get too content, because the pig spore will eventually hit the wind spinner, amirite?
I know, I know. This is a music blog. Write about fucking music, you stupid ****. Fiiiiine. Here’s something that caught my eye that I can’t wait for: RUIN at Geno’s Rock Club. That’s happening tomorrow night, courtesy of Arrive Alive Records and Geno’s, duh. Other bands on the bill are Waterville’s own WHEN THE DEAD WON’T DIE (https://wtdwdmetal.com/), and NH’s Conforza (https://conforza.bandcamp.com/). Jesus Jones, that’s quite a line up. Tix are $10 at the door, which opens at 8:30, Noise starts at 9:30. 21+. Deathamphetamine was on the bill, but are unable to play.
RUIN’S “Rite of Passage” is a staple in my car, and anyone who rides with me usually goes, “Who is this? They’re tight.” You’re god damn right they are. Look: https://www.ruinband.net/. You. Are. Fucking. Welcome.
Now, there have been some changes in the RUIN camp. I’m not gonna elaborate. That’s for them to say. It’s our job to show up and get our faces liquified. RUIN always brings it, and it’s been too long (since December, I think) that I’ve seen them play, so I would like it brought to me. Silver platter optional.
Holy shit, I just wrote a blog. I’ve been trying to write one for the past two weeks. My god, I’m awesome. Just like marshmallows and unicorn farts.
I’m really excited, you guys. Normally, I write this blog when I’m super pissed or depressed. There’s something about being in those moods that makes me write better, I guess. It just spews out of me from some kind of demon spigot that is definitely not filtered by a Brita. Today, I am neither of those things. I am one content motherfucker at the moment. I’ve been mostly absent from the music scene for a little while, and while it saddens me and makes me feel a little empty, let me explain my reason for taking a step back recently…
First off, it is temporary. I’m actually in the process of revamping this site and making a list of bands that I’d like to interview. I’ve only done one. Check out my post titled “Getting Real with The Struggle Within”. If your band would like to be interviewed, hit me up. I promise I will be better at answering messages on the Behind the Local Scene Facebook page. I’ve been overwhelmed lately, but my life is getting better and it’s becoming easier to breathe and manage. I also have albums I’m dying to review.
I have high hopes, and I’m usually a pretty driven person. Those of you who know me, know that this has not been an easy 8 months. A great loss back in April 2017, followed by suicide attempts and a stay in a mental facility derailed me for a while. I’ve gone through a lot, and I’m not quite back on my feet yet. I’ve lost a few friends along the journey but honestly, I don’t give a flying fuck. The fuck could be neon green with giant glittery purple feathers and shitting hundred dollar bills into the sky and I’d still be like, NOPE.
When I got introduced to this scene by my friend Kris (Burning Time), I was amazed at how easily I was accepted. Was it solely based on the fact that I was in radio? Maybe. From day one, back in April 2016, I was hooked. I took my role very seriously. People think that because you’re a dj at a radio station, that you possess power to get music on the radio. I hate to tell you, but that isn’t accurate at all. I had and still have zero power over that. All I could do, and still try to do, is use my public figure status to bring attention to local bands and the scene at hand. That’s all I ever tried or could promise to do. Posting on social media, going to and emceeing shows was my way of supporting and “advertising”. I never expected anything in return. What the scene has given me, though, has been the greatest gift of all: myself. I found me. There’s nothing I could do to return that favor. I write this blog for the musicians, to show them that despite how little power or clout I have, that this is my way of supporting them and getting their name as far as I can get it. Do I work for a pop station now? Yes. Does that change how I feel about Maine rock and metal? Fuck no, and fuck you off a cliff twice if you think it does.
I take this shit seriously. I love Maine made music of all genres. Let’s not think that just because I’ve chosen genres for this blog, that I turn my nose up at other talented musicians who happen to play pop or country or African dub metal. It just means that I’m writing about what I enjoy, because as a human being with free will, it’s well within my rights. I might occasionally be more inclusive, but it’s a lot of work to keep current with shows/albums/new bands. A LOT OF FUCKING WORK. Dude, I’m trying to get my car back on the road, find an apartment, and put max effort into my love life, all while working a full time job. It would also help if I could get a laptop of my very own so I can blog at home in my spare time. So, please excuse my snobby, bitch-ass if I don’t immediately return your message or even look at it to begin with for the time being (unless it comes through the Behind the Local Scene FB page). I don’t care about your feelings on my message etiquette. Fuck outta here with that. Know who gets my full attention at this time? Family, my boss, and the man I’m seeing.
Anyways…LOL. I just wanted to let y’all know what the status is. Yes, I’m still going to emcee shows, blog, and attend shows. I mean, Herd Flock 3: Flock Yah is coming up Labor Day weekend!!! Hope you’re ready for three days of the most shenanigans you’ll ever see in the Maine woods. Huge fucking bonfire. 20 some-odd bands. Camping. Drinking. Other things. Keep on the lookout for the blog post, cuz you know it’s comin’, along with more regular posts on what’s happening with local rock and metal.
Auntie H is here. Thank you to the musicians, their fans, their families, and YOU for sticking with me. It means more than you will ever know.
I’m going to go ahead and borrow a line from the Sygnal To Noise tune, Politician Man- “Why can’t you understand, you need to give a damn?” That’s kinda how I feel about music in Maine. Well, music everywhere really. If no one gave a damn, then what would happen to our local musicians and music in general? I don’t even wanna think about that. Simply by reading this piece of shit blog, you’re showing you care. You’re the tits.
I apologize for my rambling. I go off my anxiety meds and all of a sudden I’m some kind of off-brand, Walmart Gandhi who gets all nostalgic and cries when aroused because I’m just so goddamn happy about it. Nonetheless, I do know what I’m talking about when it comes to upcoming shows. I got that shit covered for the most part. Okay, some of the part. You try blogging on the reg when you’re this crazy.
There are some pretty sweet shows coming up that I’m excited about. The first being a stacked metal show at Geno’s Rock Club tomorrow (Friday) night. Five bands total, with two hailing from our great state. Sean Matthews and the crew from Devils Nite Out will come out swingin’, setting the bar for what is going to be a helluva night. Those Portland boys never disappoint with their live performances. Matthews is one of the most entertaining front men in Maine metal that I’ve seen, and this band is a definite must-see. Even if metal isn’t your thing, they make it funnern’hell. Just wait until they play “What” or “Ascension”.
Following DNO is Albert The Cannibal (https://soundcloud.com/use-359037113) from Bakersfield, CA and Today’s Last Tragedy (https://soundcloud.com/todayslasttragedy) from Cincinnati, OH. Nice pull, Jon! (booker extraordinaire Jon Morse of Last Mercy Emissions). I hope you’re still with me at this point, because another kickass Maine metal band is next. Destination: Void will be bringing the prog. Please tell me you’ve listened to their album, Tempvs Fvgit. If you haven’t, then buy one or borrow one (which you’ll end up purchasing anyway, because Jesus Jumped-up Christ on a cracker it is outstanding). Seeing D:Void live is a whole othah thing. Lucas Damen and Co. are technical and tight (heheh), and you won’t be able to take your eyes off of drummer Seth Perkins. Long, flowing hair aside, his technique is like, holy Jesus Jones.
The headliner for the night is Dead Eyes Always Dreaming from Michigan. (https://deadeyesalwaysdreaming.bandcamp.com/). Tickets are $7 advance and $10 day of show (yes, you can pay cash at the door). Doors at 7:45p, da metal starts at 8:15p.
Get your punk on this Saturday night as Boston’s Salem Wolves tear into Live at 212 in Westbrook, joining a sick line up of Maine punk/rock bands. Check this out: Strange Nature, Thems That Wait, Port City Saints, and The Very Reverend. MAAAAIIIINNNNEEEE pride, bub. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very loud night over at Allen’s place. I have zero problem with that. Let Anna make you a drink, settle in with a free game of pool, and have fun in Auntie H’s living room for the low admission of $7. Doors at 7pm.
Know what else is cool? Green Jello. The punk puppet show vets are rocking Geno’s Rock Club on Saturday night, along with Gwell-O (a Gwar inspired sheet metal band featuring members of Green Jello), Loki (I’m a bit moist thinking about them playing my favorite tune, Get This Right), and thrash band Cryptid. Our Maine boys open the evening of rawk, and $10 advance (https://genosgreenjello.eventbrite.com) or $13 day of show gets you in to experience it. Doors 8:30p, noise at 9p.
Like blues and soul? Papa Tim and the Desperate Man’s Blues Explosion will have you shakin’ it like I used to shake it when we shook it like a Polaroid picture. True story. Catch Papa Tim and crew at the Oysterhead Lounge in Newcastle Publik House this Saturday night at 8pm. Funky fresh.
I’m not done yet, so sitchurrassdown. Saturday night at Bayside Bowl in Portland, Iron City Preachers will be celebrating the release of their new album, Lady Sunshine, with the help of The Outsiders Punkabilly Rebels and El Grande. ERMAGHERD I love ska/punkabilly. This is a free show presented by Bottom of the East Booking. If you haven’t seen a live show at Bayside Bowl yet, you’re in for a surprise. Their sound system is bad-frickin’-ass. Plus, they have like 65 bars up in there. Get there at 8pm so you don’t miss a note. Also, check out their awesome fucking roof deck when the weather warms up. One of my fave spots in Portland, truth be told.
Wellll shiiiiit. That’s what’s going on that I’m aware of. Of course, there are always a ton of shows going on on the same night, all over Maine, so if you see something that looks good to you, GO. Support your local musicians, whether they’re playing in some hole in the wall or opening for a national act. They’ll be super grateful to see your face.
Horns, kisses, and shit.
**UPDATE- DESTINATION: VOID WILL BE HEADLINING AND CLOSING OUT THE NIGHT AT GENO’S 5/11/18.
I’ve been told I should stick to a schedule when it comes to my blogging. It makes sense. You’d know what to expect each week, like Taco Tuesday, but with decidedly less sour cream. I suppose I could do something like Metal Mondays, Wangs Out Wednesdays, or Fuck You Fridays, where I just rip something a new asshole. Shit like that takes planning, though. Be patient with dear Auntie H. She’s trying to juggle work, apartment hunting, blogging, going to shows, and searching for someone who might actually want my demon spawn before my junk goes bad.
Seeing as it’s Tuesday, and chances are you didn’t wake up drunk, sticky and alone this morning (or maybe you did, in which case, call me next time), I figure you might have the wherewithall to mark some shit on your calendar. Ready?
Thirsty Thursdays are so much better when live music is part of the plan. Join Dark Rain and special guests The Resistance at Spring Point Tavern in South Portland this Thursday, April 26th for a night of Maine rock ‘n roll. Two badass bands with badass female vocalists. Kelleigh and Sierra will blow you away. This is a free show, 21+. The Resistance takes the stage at 9pm, but get there early for some drinky-poos.
If you’re feeling like something a bit heavier this Thursday, check out Geno’s Rock Club in Portland for a night of doomy-hardcore rock. Jon Morse of Last Mercy Emissions knows how to book a solid show. Doors open at 8:30 and the noise starts at 9 with Apis Malfiore of Portland (https://apismalfiore.bandcamp.com/), whose music is described as “funeral drone”. Okay, you have my interest. Next up is REZN, cosmic doom from Chicago (https://rezzzn.bandcamp.com) and Lume (http://lumeband.com), also from Chicago, whose sound is post-hardcore. Two bands from Chicago? Well done, Mr. Morse. Well done. Headlining the night is Portland’s This World Has Bees (post-rock, http://thisworldhasbees.bandcamp.com). Admission is $7 in advance and also at the door. You wanna get it done now? www.eventbrite.com. The mood I’m in right now, I could go for some fucking doom metal. Shit.
I just glanced at my event calendar, and my brain shrieked. Holy shit snacks, there’s a lot going on this Friday. Here we go, muffugggahhhhh!
13 High headlines at Live at 212 in Westbrook Friday night with special guests Not Yet Lost and Venndetta. This show benefits a dude that puts his heart and soul into local music and his popular radio show, JustinSane About Music on Granite Coast Radio. Justin Sane is the biggest supporter of the scene that I’ve met, and one of the nicest guys on the planet. He suffered a heart attack earlier this month, and gave us all quite a scare. He’s still here, now with literal metal in his heart. God bless his fucking tough ass soul. We love you, Justin!! This show is for you, because we all think you’re wicked fuckin’ swell. Doors at 8pm with $5 admission benefiting Justin and his family.
Up the road a dite in the Dirty Lew is another rock show that I wish was happening right this second because honestly, I need my hair blown to the back of the room. Augusta’s Second Sight returns to The Cage along with My Tempered Soul and Re:vision. Ermagherd!! Rehrvehrsehrn!!! Had a mini freakout there. I’m better now. Seriously though, what a show this will be. You couldn’t find three bands who go so perfectly together if they were right in front of your face. Definitely check this one out. $5 admission, 21+. There will also be donation jars set out for the American Cancer Society, because every time Second Sight plays, they pick a cause to donate to. Yet another reason why I love those guys. Doors at 9. Don’t give Josh at the door a hard time, unless you like the feeling of my size 7 shoe up your ass.
There you have it, freaks. That’s what’s going on through Friday. I’ll hit ya with weekend shit a bit later this week. Also, don’t forget to hit up open mics around town. Local musicians play all the time, and you never know what gem you’ll come across. Sea Dog in SoPo has a good one on Tuesday nights hosted by my friend David Jacquet. Just sayin’.