Concert Reviews

When I walked into Il Motore, the venue smelled like sea food. I wondered if had I mistakenly entered a restaurant, or could it have been the rainy weather coming in from outside? Or was it Oakland, California trio Shannon and the Clams, who were on stage setting up for the show? It really did smell like seafood! I'm not making this up! I quite enjoyed the coincidence, to be honest, as it contributed to the room's atmosphere. Mmmmm... good music and yummy sea food.

And so we begin the bleak descent into madness that is winter. This season is filled with pagan rituals, cold, unrelenting weather, and of course, the whipped cream on top of the pie: a mutual anger for having to put up with people in general. If this all doesn't relate to metal, then I don't know what does.

Once upon a time, there was a girl that loved Sloan so much, that she named her first and only cat after them (he turned 15 this summer!).

Once upon a time, there was a girl that loved Sloan so much, that every time she got drunk, she would belt out "Deeper Than Beauty" and "Snow Suit Sound". 

Once upon a time, there was a girl that loved Sloan so much, that she broke up with her fiancée when he didn't "get" them. (For reals.)

A couple of CJLO peeps and I trekked all the way to Brooklyn with our CMJ Music Marathon badges in tow to catch METZ at the Cameo Gallery, only to discover that the venue had reached its CMJ badge quota. Having come all that way, we resentfully paid the ten bucks and went inside.