Flyer by Tarzan!Date: April 17, 2010
Venue: Music Vault, Harker Heights TX
Playing With: Awake At Dawn, Faint The Fiction, Dear Cyanide (Dead By November scheduled, didn't play)
PRE-SHOW
By the time we finally made it to the Music Vault (we had to stop midway and drive back to my house for Tarzan's pedals) we were surprised to find ourselves loading with a few of the other bands playing his evening. Normally when we take the time to get there extra-early we are the only ones there. No complaints from our end, however. Since there were only three other groups this evening, there was plenty of space for all of us to set up our gear in the Vault's spacious backstage area while Awake at Dawn loaded right onto the stage.
AWAKE AT DAWN
First performance of the evening came from Awake at Dawn, who sounded like Days of the New on a Cynic trip; dark, moody post-grunge with a variety of guitar effects used and even a synthesizer, set up right in front of the lead vocalist. It was a rather low-key way to start the evening, especially for an audience ready for something heavier, so there were only one or two people standing directly in front of the stage. I certainly dug them, the musicianship was advanced yet tasteful, and the tunes were certainly catchy. Best part in my opinion was when the aforementioned synth was brought in to double a lead guitar line, I really get a kick out of trippy stuff like that.
HEXLUST
Our first time playing at the Vault since that last-minute show in November, and we were excited to show people how much we'd improved in the months past, and to gauge their reaction to the new addition to our set list. We'd recently been contacted to play a show in the Ft Worth area, a "pure thrash" gig for which we'll be the headliner, so we decided we'd learn "Agent Orange" by Sodom for the occasion. Tonight would the be test drive for our new cover.
A decent size audience of family, friends, and local support had built up by the time we hit the stage, and a roar of cheers went up as we went into the intro song. The positive, responsive crowd helped Tony feel more confident, resulting in better playing from our anxiety-ridden vocalist and looser, funnier banter between songs. "Toxic," "Hellhammer," and "Baphomet" went off without a hitch, and we had the room singing along to "Agent Orange" by the second chorus. I'm really looking forward to playing that song more in the future! It's less technical and less structurally weird than "Open Casket," so I'm able to relax and basically let the song play itself, a huge relief when we're past the halfway point in our set list. Of course we closed the show with "Tombs," during which JT dropped his pick in the midst of his long solo (oh, did we tease him about that), and left the stage feeling pretty damn good about ourselves. Another successful set in what is shaping up to be a fantastic year for Hexlust!
FAINT THE FICTION
I came back from loading gear in time to catch the last half of Faint the Fiction's set. Not my cup of tea musically. They employ that "alternative metal" sound from the early-to-mid 2000s like Nonpoint and Shadows Fall (the singer even had dreadlocks), but they had talent and energy to spare, and I admired their use of stomp-box lights. The audience certainly dug it, this was not a mosh-happy crowd but folks were nodding their heads and cheering after every tune. I admit I smiled and sang along when they pulled out an energetic cover of Killswitch Engage's "End of Heartache," good memories of senior year come back with that song, and I think they followed that up with a Salt n Pepa cover, although for the life of me I couldn't place the actual tune.
DEAR CYANIDE
This was not Dear Cyanide's night. For one thing, they were very tired. Talking to Mike (lead vocalist) before the show, we found out that the band had just hours ago got back into town from a show they played the night before, some festival out in the middle of nowhere at which they didn't even take the stage til like four in the morning. I'm sorry, may I'm the world's youngest old man, destined to have my band blacklisted for wussing out of a performance, but anytime after two-thirty is bedtime, cousin. Especially if we have a show the next evening.
Another thing pointing to a bad night for DC was the lack of a devoted audience, which in retrospect may have been a blessing considering what was about to go down. Dear Cyanide are one of the most popular bands in the scene right now, helped by the fact that they are mostly or all military (their lineup changes often), and while those in attendance were receptive, this was not the usual crowd of enthusiasts. If you look at their live pictures on their profile or find one of their videos on YouTube, you see a stage deluged with sweaty, shirtless soldiers ready to mosh it up. What they had on this oddly low-key Saturday evening were mostly close friends and family of the bands, and even a few Boozefighters thanks to Remo, former drummer of now-defunt Remo Gotzi, being in DC. (NOTE: Pogi, former Gotzi guitarist, was also in the band but not present this evening) However, even that audience was dwindling by the time the band took the stage at close to one a.m.
After an agonizingly long soundcheck (O-Zone kept running into problems with his bass rig, I think Lucky Sevyn was having amp problems as well), DC launched into their set, and while they played as competently as any well-practiced band, it was obvious they all had other places they would rather be, all involving a bed. After a few songs, the sound problems started up again, leading to confusion as to what to perform next and a few members looking like they were ready to throw down their instruments and walk the hell out. Somehow a cover of Korn's "Blind" got started, and that got a warm reception, then they went into something sounding like a Primus cover with a long intro. They never made it past that intro, though, it sort of meandered and petered out and they just stopped playing. They didn't attempt another song. That was it, they were officially spent.
POST-SHOW/CLOSING THOUGHTS
I felt bad for DC but knew that this was just an off-night for them. Neither their stability nor their reputation were damaged, I was sure that next time they played it would be business as usual, ruling the night with the audience in the palm of their hand. We in Hexlust got paid and got on our merry way, with me thinking about off-nights and when ours might be. Would it be the kind that only the band can sense, with the musicians downtrodden but the audience convinced it was the greatest show ever? Or would it be a really obvious hiccup, where the band can look forward to a) polite avoidance, b) excuses ("that sound guy clearly did not know how to work a monitor!") or c) brutal honesty from the audience ("Yeah, y'all sucked tonight. The hell, bro?") Hopefully next week won't be an off-night, we're all looking forward to bringing the hexcellence to Ft Worth!
PHOTOS
BUDDIES!
Backstage
Onstage
Ripping solo
JT's "Tombs" solo
