Crash Worship really had to be seen live to appreciate the tribal aspect of them.
Had the pleasure to open for them back in the 90's in my slightly noisy-punk band.
Dont think the booker had an inkling of what they were about. I know the vocalist of our band had his latent christianity triggered by them.
They did a really good job of just obliterating the barrier between audience and band. And usually obliterating your reference point to reality as well.
Typical Crash Worship show as I dimly recall;
band takes forever to set up.
starts playing very slowly building in crescendo with the guitar and drums as a smoke machine completely envelops the room.
Band members walk around the venue with mylar box wine bags forcing wine down peoples throats.
At some point a strobe starts going off. Someone is making some vocal sounds.
Suddenly people are naked. There are fluids, is that mustard? Salad dressing? Jizz?
Oh look the vocalist is fucking a woman up against the speakers.
I'm making out with someone.
There is a smell like fire, oh look a road flare.
Blackness.
How did I get home? Who is this woman?
