My
Friends, the Pit Fest III: Indianapolis,
IN September 7th-8th show review
Though a musically prosperous
weekend, it was truly a weird experience, mostly due to members of Bald Pig
(though it was no fault of their own; they were just being who they are). Nonetheless, everyone was nice, and the
experience was an excellent one- truly a sign of what could be in
Michigan. The basement was very small,
not much bigger than that of hometown basement venue the Halfway House. Traffic was crowded (people, not so much
automobiles), but it was well worth the discomfort. However, the show got a bit of a false start,
as the rain that Friday night (September 7th) was pouring rather
heavily…
First on were the Zodiacs, local
garage-influenced hardcore punk group (local to Indianapolis, not MI). Though very short and hard to judge, it was
not unlike Kommie Kilpatrick and their weirdo, short, punky blasts of
old-school hardcore. I’d like to hear
more.
Next was Overpower, a very heavy,
angry, local powerviolence band. Mind
Eraser, Spine, and Lack of Interest come to mind- though these guys are a
little more tuned down than the latter.
Also a short set, this was alright, but the meathead mentality the
singer gave off was more than a little off-putting. I like a pissed-off singer as much as anyone,
but I prefer the guy who’s mad about something real, and the line “Buy the
Spine 7” or you’re FUCKING DUMB” clued in he was not. Oh well- a small mind merely means that there
is room to grow.
Then, No Master started playing. Forty seconds into their first jam, the
torrential rainfall got the better of the electrical system, and the power went
out. The show was unfortunately done for
the night. We missed out on the
Inservibles and a few others. Luckily,
most of the bands just adjusted the schedule to play the next day- phew. After finding some solace at a local punk
house where I was allowed to sleep (by no small help of a man named Asman-
thank you!), I witnessed much in the way of a weirdness foreign and
inexplicable to me- I did get to watch Aliens, however; it was a minor plus in
an otherwise bizarre evening. I woke up
the next day reinvigorated and explored the town a bit. After finding little to enjoy, I burned time
until the show had to start at 6 (by reading a national road map, Animal Farm,
trying to sleep, and watching the locals act out their very dramatic
lives). Though the time crawled, I
managed to make it ‘til the start of the show.
Opening was thrashy local youth
crew, Blind Justice (whom I, and I’m sure others, had initially mistaken to be
the band from the same name from New Jersey).
Much like the Zodiacs of the night before, this set was over with in a
matter of about eight minutes- as opposed to the low-fi hardcore the latter
band had, this was straight youth crew in the vein of Straight Ahead, a
harder-edged 7 Seconds, and maybe a little Infest. In that eight minutes, they crammed in
probably about as many songs as there were minutes, barely stopping in between-
just how punk ought to be played.
Next was Side FX, the local band
whose members helped organize the show.
Again, a less than ten minute set, played with unwavering fury. This is basically 80s hardcore with a modern
twist- modern hardcore mixed with the bands of old like Siege, Deep Wound,
early SSD, and the like. Intense and
straight to the point.
Civilized, from Denver, went on
next. They mixed newer, slower hardcore
with older, faster hardcore, though after a couple of songs, it didn’t seem to
fit, and I traveled outside to get my merch buying out of the way. I didn’t hate it, but I wasn’t taken in very
much by it, either.
Next was Bald Pig, a new-ish
contemporary of the Kansas City group Spine.
The vocalist went a bit nuts as the band raged, spewing out words as he
seemed to lose all self-control, crawling on the floor for some very cool
reason. The powerviolence was strong in
this hardcore band- the image of Pantera’s “Vulgar Display of Power” would be
far more fitting on this band, because that’s all one would want to do while
this band’s music is playing.
After that was the band Mugger,
from Columbus, Ohio. I cannot, for the
life of me, remember what this band was like.
I can recall no particular unpleasantries about them, and they jammed a
few righteous tunes, I’m sure. They have
a demo tape floating around in a few distros.
No Master joined the party,
following this. This band is absolutely
influenced by the D-beat, studs, and spikes sorts of bands, but they came off
as being more or less a simple hardcore band, breakdowns and all. Now that’s a fusion I’ve wanted to see done
well, and No Master is undoubtedly the first band in a long, long time to do
that successfully. This set did not have
its power cut abruptly, and the band raged for a good fifteen minute set- one
of the better displays of the night.
Spine was after this. Though a band incurring some hype in the
hardcore community, they have deserved it, and put on a quick ten to twelve
minute set of powerviolence-laced hardcore, that either flew by at breakneck
speed or crawled at a snail’s pace, heavy as shit. This was also the release show for the
band’s “Subhuman” EP, which was nabbed by many a showgoer (myself included-
review forthcoming on that one!). A band
one could call “hard”, but still enjoyable for being fast as well.
Following was Negative Degree, a
hardcore band in the vein of all the poorly-recorded hardcore bands of the 80s
(that we all know and love). This was
the band that really got everyone moving for the rest of the show, and it was
exciting to see all these hardcore kids who knew all the words to this band’s
songs (despite them not being on any kind of “big” label, and being all the way
from Denver), dancing to them the way I’ve always remembered mosh pits being-
that is, like a bumper car ride, but with a bunch of lanky kids hyped on a
mixture of excitement, energy, and either the straight edge, caffeine, or
booze, depending on the fans’ personal indulgence preferences. Hardcore as it should be, no doubt.
Cadaver Dog was next. I can’t remember much about this set either,
but the vocalist was good at being scary as fuck. By this time, I think I had mostly lost my
mental composure waiting for Hoax to play.
The Ropes were the next band. This band reminded me of early 90s hardcore,
along the lines of Strife, maybe a less political Earth Crisis, and the
like. However, they had some faster
verse parts with regard to the music, as opposed to being all
chugga-chugga. The basement packed to
near capacity for these guys, and even form the near-back of the room, I could
see the crowd was hype on these guys. I
enjoyed it, but I was all too eagerly anticipating the next two bands, Hoax and
Salvation. Still a good set.
Next to last was Salvation. All I knew about these guys was that they
shared members with Hoax, and that was enough to get my attention if only for a
moment. However, after the band got
started, they had my attention MUCH more firmly. This was hardcore punk for the psychopath-
fit my slightly deranged persona well.
Despite not being overly heavy, the intensity was akin to a house fire
burning three stories high, heating and simultaneously destroying all around
it. The singer was as unbalanced as I’d
ever seen any singer, from H8 Inc. to Hoax to G.I.S.M. and back. Finally, when they got to their last song
“House of the Beating Hell”, I realized this was the theme song for deranged,
deviant, distorted minds- it was a song that made me want to hurt people, in
the best way possible. It was truly
transcendental.
Closing was Hoax, who set off the
entire room when they started. Damn near
the whole crowd knew all the words to their songs, and screamed them loud as
the singer raged in his trademark insane way.
Not since I witnessed a set by Hellmouth in February 2010 have I been
afraid of a vocalist onstage- this man is a kindred spirit for sheer unbalanced
genius (not that I’m a genius, but I like to think I have relatively unique
perspective above the minds of others).
The music is bone-crushing, brutally angry low-fi hardcore punk with the
bleakest lyrics ever written, sung/screamed over the anthems. The band must have blasted out every single
song in their discography, aside from their trademark anti-homophobia song, and
the crowd could not have been happier with this. This is one of the most important bands of
modern hardcore, and time will show them to be one of the higher-echelon bands
of all time as well, I believe. Simple,
yet so extremely, unshakably intense and angry- this is the one band whose show
I would be happy to get face-punched at.
That was the end of the show at the I.H.O.P. (International House of Pitting,
not the delicious restaurant chain), but there would be an after-show with
Negative Degree and the Ropes at a pizza parlor a bit further down into the
city. After picking multiple brains to
learn the address of the place (why did so many people get there, yet no one
seemed to know the address itself), I finally got it and drove down (again,
thanks Asman!). The show was just
getting set up as I walked in, so I grabbed a few tasty slices of pizza as the
bands set up and the crowd arrived one by one.
Negative Degree went on first. Though doing a few songs they had done at the
earlier show, they did a few odd songs one wouldn’t expect, including a cover
of “Ain’t No Feeble Bastard” that made me overjoyed, because I didn’t expect at
all to hear an 80s hardcore band cover Discharge (usually, it’s all D-beat
bands who bow at the throne of the band)- it was very welcome. The crowd was much more spread out, and
noticeably moved around that much more.
It was cool to see this many punks in one room, a pizza parlor lobby,
dancing around like lunatics.
The Ropes followed, and also did a
few odd songs, and tricked the crowd into thinking they were gonna do “We Gotta
Know”, because they played the intro part, then cut into a different cover song
I didn’t know- still gnarly anyways.
After the set ended, I talked to a few of the locals and the guys in
Negative Degree, and nabbed a cheap hotel for the night (being around that many
people for so long had me feeling claustrophobic as fuck). The next day, it was a long drive back home,
but seeing as how I got to eat at a Waffle House and see the variety of farming
fields along the freeway, I wasn’t too bored.
Lessons to be learned from this trip:
Find a place to stay with friends if at all possible, even if it’s
awkward, and it sucks traveling more than two hours by one’s self.
-Aunty Social
