Hey man. How’s it going? What? Mao sure dug pits? Huh? Sorry, man, I CAN’T HEAR YOU. I saw THE SPITS last night at Churchill’s and those denim-clad destroyers from Seattle reached into my ears, plucked my cochleae out, and politely set them on fire. Seriously.
HUH? No, dude, totally worth it. They were AWESOME. Haven’t felt energy like that at a small show since the ’90s. The mosh pit was churning, the band played like nine encores, and I couldn’t make out a single word they sang all night. No, really. Even at the end of the set, I wasn’t sure if Sean Wood said, “Thank you, Miami” or “Fuck off. You’re not worth a singular fiber of my stone-washed denim vest.” I think the latter, because IT”S TOTALLY TRUE. Here. Check out this video from the show. The sound SUCKS, but it’ll give you a sense of things.
Before The Spits, a band called TV Ghost took the stage. They’re HOOSIERS, from Lafayette, Indiana, and they do a crescendoing strobe-light-in-the-garage thing, and they also do it LOUD AS HELL. And singer-guitarist Tim Gick has hair that moves in the opposite direction of his head. Check it.
Pretty cool, huh? We got one of the band’s songs on video. Check it out after the jump.
Yeah, so, it was a badass show. Grime in all its glory. YOU SHOULDA BEEN THERE. Huh? You what? I don’t see what fine grain rice has to do with it. You either? Then why’d you — I’m sorry: YOU HAVE TO SPEAK UP. Kyoto? I don’t know, man, but you can see a ton of photos from the show on Facebook.
Huh? I know! Totally.