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I met my friend Helen for dinner at Maxwell's. I'm very much
a creature of habit and find my knowledge of places to eat
near my house to be limited to Maxwell's and the burned down
Helmers. Luckily the food at Maxwell's is topnotch for bar
fare, so I don't mind so much always ending up there.
Besides the food, I was interested in seeing
a couple of the bands this night. And Helen went
to High School with Hank, the drummer of BonBomb. The last
time we saw them was at CB's Gallery a while back. As
I ate my grilled chicken sandwich and she her hamburger, we
sipped beer and talked.
I already knew were going to miss the first band The Heshers
and figured we'd miss a portion of the second one too.
I was OK with that because I was having fun anyway and really
didn't know those bands. I know, that's really a bad attitude,
but we all have choices to make and tonight I chose a leisurely
dinner with Helen over rushing to see the bands.
There was
a slight scheduling mishap. The Deviltones were running late
and the club waited as long as they could before making Six
to Eight Mathematics go on. When we got to the back room, they
were about halfway thru their set. Still well worth it as they
rammed thru a punk wall manically and at times maniacally.
This was the first time for me seeing the full band. I had
seen singer Alana several times acoustically. A treat in both
forms. The band had one distinct gimmick as their drummer plays
blindfolded. Or maybe he has a fear of the audience.
The Deviltones finally showed up and went on next. I'm not
sure what the delay was. Probably traffic or in some way vehicle
related. Band delays always are. Watching them set up I had
this feeling they were from the south and they were gonna be
loud. I guess hanging with enough loud southern bands gives
me a sense about these things. Sure enough, they're from Richmond,
VA and their sound was true grit southern hard rock with no
bullshit or attitude. Just shots of volume adn speed chased
by cold cans of PBR.
Up next was BonBomb with their bombastic set of art-rock
meets goth-punk. It's as if The Clash and The Cure mated
and their child was wrought with teen angst. Their set can
be a bit of sensory overload with the strobe lights vying for
attention over the music. But it is the music that I like.
So if you feel yourself getting dizzy, just close your eyes.
Helen and I made a pretty quick exit as the night had turned
out to end later than we had anticipated. No complaints though,
it was a solid night of music. At least the portions we were
actually able to catch.
See Also:
 The
Heshers
Six
to Eight Mathematics
The
Deviltones
BonBomb
Maxwell's
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