The Brutal Annihilation Tour came to Henderson, NV on August 17th to bring down the house at the diamond in the ruff all ages venue Eagles Aerie Hall. Whenever I attend a show here, there is a guaranteed to be cheap drinks, people watching and killer live music.
The colorful and randomly cut up outfits that show the teenage angst and process of finding one’s personal identity and style, while exploring what the metal scene has to offer is always an intriguing thing to observe as an adult. Reminiscing on that phase of my life that didn’t actually involve metal but rather more my emo punk, alternative rock, mainstream hip hop and EDM electronica phase where I wore Dickies and chucks with men’s sarcastic screen t’s while morbidly obese and flat chested
When you walk in you can find the 21 plus portion of the crowd swinging back $3 beers from the bar while teenagers gather in circles sitting Indian style on the floor. Load out and load in between bands are roughly 10 to 20 minutes, sound check depending on the band can be roughly as long.
That being said, it is my opinion that some bands need to be more assertive with their soundchecks. If you don’t tell the sound guy something sounds off until its not off anymore then that is how your set will sound and that is on you.
Desolation opened for another show, sporting some heavy kick drum and time changes throughout their set. They featured songs from their 1st and 2nd albums. Their live sets are getting tighter and their stand-in bassist was head banging a bit more this time around and having less of a resting bitch face.
Dredge the Lake – Unfortunately I am going to be the bad guy here. I don’t know if it was the sound or the fact that they were filming a music video but I am not a fan. It sounded like a cacophony of putrid horse shit that was eaten and vomited back out into my ears. It was not clear what sound they were going for buttttt flail pit go-ers didn’t seem to mind. It was possibly due to head injuries incurred from getting too close to each other’s fight dancing space. Maybe it was an off set or maybe they are just really that bad. They need to pick a sound and stick to it for a song. If it’s not fluid and sounds choppy you might as well, go for a shitty wanna be ska punk band at this point and forget metal altogether.
Oscillation up next bringing their slam/ death-core sound never disappoint. Chasen always brings the grit with his vocals while Ben and Clayton strum their guitars violently in sync with Dekota’s heart hitting drums. They had a hard set for the night after getting some grim news of which is only theirs to share. You could tell throughout the night that something was off although you weren’t really sure what. These guys are normally bright and cheery social butterflies at this venue from shows past. This day was a little different the primarily kept to the selves but mustered up the strength to get on stage and kill their set despite such a tragedy.
Parasitic Ejaculation, a death/slam metal band coming at you from Santa Cruz, CA with Amputated Vein Records killed it. I went outside for a bit to gather some air before their set and came back in around half way through. But what I heard was some good shit. Those slam beats hit you in the chest just right and the name of this band fits well with its level of brutality.
Aenimus the progressive extreme metal band from San Francisco was absolutely MIND BLOWINGLY AWESOMEEEEEEE. They were straight up the highlight of my night. I had never heard of them before, and before someone says “whatttt, but they are so well known”… bitch I don’t remember/ know every fucking band name out there so shut it.
The vocalist Alex green and the bassist Seth stone were seen making fun of some of the flail pit-goers before the show. They started off their set by saying that the pit belongs in the back and everyone standing in the back should move up front. They made sure their sound check was on point before getting down to business.
Cody’s drums… just wtf, yes, hit me with that kick pedal sound … Jordan’s melodic riffs … Seth’s bass solos … like I don’t think I’ve seen a metal band recently that had a fucking Bass Guitar solo until this show. The dude has some fucking talent. They all do …and Alex with his crazy Nordic looking fine ass…portraying a deluded crazy man throughout the set … It was amazing and scary and mind blowing. Their entire set just had me on my toes teetering over the edge of pure euphoria.
Alex would stare at the crowd like a mad man and tell them to put their hands up in the air. I was really close to the area he was perched on for half of his vocals when he wasn’t moving around. I felt a little bad in retrospect that I was so close. He was probably like who is this bitch in my space she needs to back the fuck up. But in the moment I was so enamored and entranced by their sound I didn’t want to move and wanted to soak every second in through my eyes and ears.
Nuclear Blast Records was right to sign these guys. They obliterated my expectations for the night and then exceeded them tenfold. So much so, that immediately after their set I went to their merch booth and told Alex to take my money and give me an album ASAP. Which I listened to on the way home after Pathology closed out the night.
And last but definitely not least Pathology a band formed the year of my high school graduation (2006). They came, they saw, they brutally assaulted my ears in all of the bangtastic pleasurable ways that death metal does and they conquered/ fed the darkness in the pit where my soul is supposed to be.
Obie Flett and Daniel Richardson tug on those heart strings. Two big burly ass fuckin dudes that look brutal as fuck killing vocals and guitar. I could not help but bring on the scream machine and head bang the fuck out of every song they brought to the table. Obie got in the “pit” or lack thereof and started pushing motherfuckers around like shit is supposed to be. It was a great close to the show and a bang-up job.
During the previous band and Pathology’s set a young gentleman was in the mosh pit with the flailers (hardcore dance kids) when he got kicked by a flailing idiot. This spurred some animosity between him and some of the hardcore dance kids. At one point during the show he called them faggots and they did not take kindly to that. To the point where these 5 kids, some wearing fishnets on their arms like tattoo envious little twats, proceeded to get into it with him in the parking lot and try to jump the dude. Some of these kids wouldn’t last in a circle pit at a slayer show pulling some of the shit they do. They don’t follow etiquette and have a lot of learning to do.
This is in extremely poor taste and I’m sure if that dude wasn’t lacking in self restraint, he would have demolished them brutally. When I went outside they were going after this kid and I of course being the dick that I am yelled with for them to “knock that shit off.” These fuck-heads the future meth-heads of America club … kept talking shit mumbling about people running their mouths. I made sure to comment I sure hear a whole lot of mouths running after having to have a whole posy to “handle” their business. Fucking pussy ass little punks need to check it before I wreck it.
Luckily the night did not end with me assaulting a bunch of dumb ass kids and I went on my merry way home blasting Aenimus’ album in my truck and played some Diablo 3 on my Xbox before crashing finally crashing for the night.