This past Saturday was one for the books with noise in New Jersey. A monstrous bill of Viodre, A Fail Association, Bob Marinelli, Inarticulate, VIPER, Max Julian Eastman, Dead Door Unit & Storage Locker Suicide packed a tiny basement in New Brunswick and delivered. It was one of those shows where it felt too good to be true that all of the acts DELIVERED. Let me recount...
Storage Locker Suicide was up first & set the tone immediately. I have written once about Scronch on here, but that was for their other project, Pounds of Copper. Storage Locker is essentially the 2020's answer to old "mic and a couple pedals" era of live Prurient, and it continues to improve with each time I see it. Each yell feels like it has a machine gun blast accompanying it, and the intensity never lets up. I think everyone in attendance knew from this set that the night would be destined for pure raging.
As previously mentioned, I did a Dead Door Unit set. People seemed to really enjoy it. Good enough for me.
Max Julian Eastman played next, and had been telling me all week that he wanted to get pretty chaotic with it. I think some original ideas were pretty gnarly, and hopefully he gets a chance to do them in the future. But for the first show in this new house space, he opted to dousing the crowd in water & beer before breaking in to incite a mosh pit. I always like the spitting water move. Not sure why. I have done it before when singing onstage with bands, and it's been met with reactions of "why did you do that? Gross!" No one here felt that way though. They all wanted a taste of Eastman.
If anyone could make a claim that their vibes carry an entire show, it would have to be Joe Roemer. He could have stood around just telling life stories, and it would have made for a great time. Lucky for us though, we were treated to a VIPER set where Joe battled with his six strings and amps to the death. A total wall of sound cut in with the occasional shred solo. Probably the closest set to lean into psychedelic territories.
I guess we could say this show served as a sort of release show for Inarticulate. Their tape just came out on French Market Press the day before, so yeah, it kind of was! And they did not disappoint in delivering a good live set. Way more work with mixer feedback/cut-up techniques than previous sets I have seen. I was a little surprised at how good Alex can transition from their usual tape murk to this type of sound. Maybe more releases down the line in this style will showcase it for the listening public who cannot attend a show.
Bob Marinelli originally came to the show as an audience member; ridiculous! He's here, he HAS to play! And play he did! He delivered a short burst of synth and vocal chirping to a hyper enthusiastic crowd. You would think he was the headliner the way people cheered him on. Great set!
We are 7 acts deep into this. How can energy keep after so many unhinged sets? Simple; you get the audience to participate in it! A Fail Association delivered some of the most cutthroat harsh noise I have heard in my life, and was tossing shaker boxes back in forth to the crowd to play along with his pedal smashing. Favorite moment of the show came when he tossed a shaker into the crowd before cutting to silence. He says "dance" before diving into a sledgehammer's worth of harsh power. Audience danced. Fantastic.
We finally end the night on the original lineup of Viodre. They could have delivered just a ripping harsh noise set, and that would have been enough. But Viodre couldn't just settle. By the end of the set, Bryan Gilroy was tossing his mic around to the crowd as he convulsed on the basement floor with his own screams. How you could hear his unamplified voice just as well as any of the other noise was beyond me. He was possessed. The other band members clearly had seen this more than enough times to know that they have to continue slamming the crowd with a hellish soundtrack to this. By the time their amps had turned off, the night had ended perfectly. Wow, 8 acts that didn't disappoint. Call that a damn rarity. I found myself really unable to accept that it was over. This type of gig reminded me why I really just love harsh noise. Can't say much else.