recent metalshows capsulereview

Lone Wolf and Cub: ......acceptable but fairly standard the wrong man was standing in the front at Reggie's it was a June Saturday and they sounded better from the outside-it is true that I am biased against them because of their name I never liked the comic and the films are something a friend keeps insisting i enjoy but i detest...they will evolve I am certain because the act was technically proficient yes. two screams and a skull.
Yakuza: was a total full on skullfuck of the first order, forcing bloodcurdling images of nuns impaled on pikes, strange frost-covered wastelands, the astral plane writhing with ghoulish faces and fire. The saxaphone fit nicely, despite my misgivings, the vocals were incredible, and the bassist should not leave the band, but he will. Same warm evening as above, more high, and wanting beer. Sixteen impaled nuns and a landscape strewn with bones, visionary.
Minsk: Synthesizers should front metal bands only if the person behind it is a hot chick or is in the process of taking a human life and neitherappliedhere....though the music is an incredible soundscape, strange visions and wastelands, eyes closed this was an incredible show, which is fortunate because eyes open some dork is playing a keyboard and does not look sufficiently metal to keep me excited. The drummer has facial tattoos and obviously wants to front the band, so he should, what is he waiting for. Tongues of endless fire and a box of spent ammunition.
Nachtmystium.: compainions and I were joking that these people were rockandroll trash of the first order, roadhardened, having swagger, very promising after a night of nerds making metal, and our expectations were exceeded. This is black metal regressing into Motorheadesque roots full of power and energy and drugs and sex and speed and the flavor of an enemy's blood in the mouth. A hundred dead enemies, drums, black banners, triumph.
Inocula.: First at the Pearl Room, opening for Gwar, then at the Double Door, this band is Nu Metal with all that comes to it the vocalist has feelings and the band dresses down to an irrational extreme going onstage they look like the suburbanites from Crystal Lake that they are. The stripper, and the skinny girl forced into the role, at the Double Door were a good idea, small crowd, no Gwar that time, but NOT deathmetal and not even metal, just aspiring rockstardom. About sixteen feet of beer strewn with empties, an empty bikkini top lying there amid them, but it turns out the owner dropped it changing into her shirt get evil or get out.
Mensria: Both before Gwar and at the Double Door, an act of incredible rage and power. It takes savage professionalism to play an incredible show to both crowds, the first triumph, the second equally brutal, despite opening for a lead act with no draw whatsoever. This band is the resurrection of DeathMetal at is finest, an reincarnation of what it must have been like to see Possessed before Beccera got shot by junkies, savage, energetic, violent, violent, violent. Two crates of unregistered handguns and ammunition, a pound of weed, two naked chicks, sirens in the distance, incredible.
GWAR: Was Gwar. Fans soaked in fake blood. Incredible sets. Pissed off the fans by scheduling a stupid band just before themselves. Over a hundred thousand years in the business, I hear, and they deliver. One dead fat kid, slumped over a table at McDonalds, other patrons laughing. Yes.