Oh man. I almost don’t know where to start. Sunday night. Metal happened. And it was aaaaaaaawesome! The date: Sunday, April 26th, 2009. The venue: Chain Reaction in Anaheim, California. The bands: The Number 12 Looks Like You, Misery Signals, Protest the Hero. The redux...
The Number 12 Looks Like You: These guys…I don’t know. They make strange music. I can’t say I was much of a fan. Let me explain. The band was made up of your standard line-up of guitar, bass, drums, and a singer. They were all obviously ridiculously talented musicians. Their songs were unfathomably complicated in their structure, their time signatures, and their style. The musicians displayed a pretty gnarly ability to not only keep the complexity of the songs straight in their heads but also showed an intense technical prowess over their respective instruments. What I didn’t like, quite plainly, was the music. It was like a weird mix of The Fall of Troy and The Dillinger Escape Plan. It was that same style of jazz influenced spazz-core type music. On top of the fact that the crowd largely wasn’t having it, the music was just hard to follow and generally unappealing. I appreciate the fact that this is an incredibly difficult style to play in, but honestly, no one can really play Dillinger type music better than Dillinger. And it should probably stay that way because unless you can dominate that style as it doesn’t lend itself well to an unfamiliar ear.
Misery Signals: Oh god. This was the show for me. It’s almost difficult for me to articulate everything I think and feel about this band. But for you…I will try. There’s a level of musicianship that these guys bring to the table, the metal table, which is not only unbelievable, but unparalleled. Their live act included all the positive and fun energy that I love in a metal performance combined with an extreme attention to musical detail. The front man of the band, Karl, has one of the more powerful styles of screaming/yelling/growling that I’ve heard. It’s deep, guttural, and through an appropriate PA, bowel buzzing…almost brown note status. So this combined with the way he jumps around on stage makes the guy larger than life. Every part of his appearance, his energy, and his voice commands the audience, which is exactly the job of a front man in a band. The guitar/bass players are ridiculous. Given that their song writing ability is just supidawesome, their ability to recreate the parts live was spectacular. I’ll give one example that pretty much speaks to their ability and detail-orientation through the entire set. There’s a part of one song (“Failsafe”) where Karl is screaming some line and there’s a sung background line behind him. It’s one of those long “ooo” kinda lines. However, in a live setting, it’s really hard to project and sustain a really long “ooo” on pitch. What usually happens is that either the guy singing will just cut it short, or he’ll force it out and it’ll sound all waver-y and bad, or the band will just play along with a backing track that has all the really pretty, studio edited “ooo”s and stuff...but that’s a cheap shot. When this line came up, while playing, one guitar player started singing the “ooo” and halfway through, when his voice started running out of steam, he would slowly back away from the mic while the other guitar player started HIS “ooo” and moved closer to his mic. So the effect was actually that the “ooo” not only stayed in key and on pitch, but panned across the stage as it faded from left to right. This kind of ability and awareness is NOT something you see all the time…especially in as raucous a genre as metal is. To cap it off, all the ambient parts that set their music worlds (literally…worlds) apart from other metal bands translated PERFECTLY on stage! It totally floored me. I was literally standing to the side with my jaw in my hands, keeping my chin off the floor while swaying back and forth to the awesomeness. I was definitely NOT expecting them to play or even pull off this ambiance. The highlight of their set was the equally brutal, spacey, complex, and ambient song Reset. Seamlessly this song fluctuates between a brutal, facial assault of metal and an ambient, bluesy , prog-rock anthem complete with chimes, acoustic guitars (clean-electric guitars live), and synthesizers. And they pulled it off beautifully. Literally…goosebumps just writing about it. I was talking to a friend of mine earlier in the week about this exact song and about how they’d pull it off live. My answer was that they’d probably play with a backing track or just not play the song at all. I have never been so glad to be so wrong. I’m not even going to talk about the drummer. The guy is unreal and deserving of a Wlfbkr posting in his own right. So I’ll save that for another time. All in all, this band is everything I could want in a metal band and they do it with equal amounts humility, grace, and metal-brutality. I can’t wait until I get to see Misery Signals again.
Protest the Hero: They are by FAR the beardiest band out of Canada. Sure Chris Steele in Alexisonfire has (or had) a pretty epic beard for a while, but no band I’ve seen can hold a candle to the face-pubes on these kids. Rody, singer, had probably one of the most disgusting neck-beards I’ve ever seen. The guy is cursed with the inability to grow facial hair much above his jaw line, but can grow a veritable forest below it. Gross. The other beards are pretty beardy and in the words of my brother, the Cowardly Lion (of Wizard of Oz fame) plays stage left guitar. Literally. So apparently in his time since the release of Wizard of Oz, Cowardly Lion not only found his courage, but also learned to SHRED…and moved to Canada. There was one moment of surreality (that should really be a word, I don’t care what spell check says) where I was watching the guitar players and their hands almost transformed into centipede’s legs. It’s ridiculous watching their fingers move. It’s beyond my comprehension how someone can make their brain work in time with their hands to consistently turn out a desired sweep or what have you. If I were to do that it’d probably sound like someone stringing up a gagged cat. In short (because I’ve gone on WAAAAY too long) these guys were equally as nuts as I was expecting. They played everything to damn near flawlessness and melted all the little hardcore kids’ faces RIGHT off. Being the greedy music aficionado I am, I can’t WAIT for their next record. What these guys have done with shredology is at the limit of my comprehension of what can be done with a guitar. So naturally, I want to see them go beyond that…even though they pretty much just put out Fortress, their last release. I want more. And I want it yesterday.
There’s one last thing I wanted to make note of… On a very superficial level, Misery Signals and Protest the Hero look like they belong together on stage as autonomous groups. Karl’s onstage activity (Misery Signals) looks like it was comfortable as he’s in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. The other guys in the band are wearing whatever jeans and t-shirts that suited them. They looked comfortable and looked like they belong on stage together. The same went for the Protest the Hero guys. There was no pretension in that they didn’t look like they needed to dress a certain way or project themselves to fall into a pre-fabricated style. The only reason I mention this is because the band before them, The #12 blah-blah-blah, had an awkward onstage “look” that only added to the awkwardness of their set. The singer was all emo’d out with his perfectly side-swept, straightened hair, his deep v-neck shirt, and his open vest. The guitar player looked like he was pulled out of a Hugo Boss casual-wear ad with some sort of light blue polo and slacks or something. The bass player was in normal jeans and a t-shirt and the drummer was metaled out with a sleeveless shirt and everything. I only bring this up because there’s something to be said about looking like you belong together on stage. It adds to the cohesiveness of a band. The four dudes in #12 didn’t look like they’d be hanging out outside of the band. The 5 in Protest and the 5 in Misery Signals look like they ran in the same crowd…which in turn makes them look more comfortable on stage and more comfortable with each other.
The Number 12 Looks Like You: These guys…I don’t know. They make strange music. I can’t say I was much of a fan. Let me explain. The band was made up of your standard line-up of guitar, bass, drums, and a singer. They were all obviously ridiculously talented musicians. Their songs were unfathomably complicated in their structure, their time signatures, and their style. The musicians displayed a pretty gnarly ability to not only keep the complexity of the songs straight in their heads but also showed an intense technical prowess over their respective instruments. What I didn’t like, quite plainly, was the music. It was like a weird mix of The Fall of Troy and The Dillinger Escape Plan. It was that same style of jazz influenced spazz-core type music. On top of the fact that the crowd largely wasn’t having it, the music was just hard to follow and generally unappealing. I appreciate the fact that this is an incredibly difficult style to play in, but honestly, no one can really play Dillinger type music better than Dillinger. And it should probably stay that way because unless you can dominate that style as it doesn’t lend itself well to an unfamiliar ear.
Misery Signals: Oh god. This was the show for me. It’s almost difficult for me to articulate everything I think and feel about this band. But for you…I will try. There’s a level of musicianship that these guys bring to the table, the metal table, which is not only unbelievable, but unparalleled. Their live act included all the positive and fun energy that I love in a metal performance combined with an extreme attention to musical detail. The front man of the band, Karl, has one of the more powerful styles of screaming/yelling/growling that I’ve heard. It’s deep, guttural, and through an appropriate PA, bowel buzzing…almost brown note status. So this combined with the way he jumps around on stage makes the guy larger than life. Every part of his appearance, his energy, and his voice commands the audience, which is exactly the job of a front man in a band. The guitar/bass players are ridiculous. Given that their song writing ability is just supidawesome, their ability to recreate the parts live was spectacular. I’ll give one example that pretty much speaks to their ability and detail-orientation through the entire set. There’s a part of one song (“Failsafe”) where Karl is screaming some line and there’s a sung background line behind him. It’s one of those long “ooo” kinda lines. However, in a live setting, it’s really hard to project and sustain a really long “ooo” on pitch. What usually happens is that either the guy singing will just cut it short, or he’ll force it out and it’ll sound all waver-y and bad, or the band will just play along with a backing track that has all the really pretty, studio edited “ooo”s and stuff...but that’s a cheap shot. When this line came up, while playing, one guitar player started singing the “ooo” and halfway through, when his voice started running out of steam, he would slowly back away from the mic while the other guitar player started HIS “ooo” and moved closer to his mic. So the effect was actually that the “ooo” not only stayed in key and on pitch, but panned across the stage as it faded from left to right. This kind of ability and awareness is NOT something you see all the time…especially in as raucous a genre as metal is. To cap it off, all the ambient parts that set their music worlds (literally…worlds) apart from other metal bands translated PERFECTLY on stage! It totally floored me. I was literally standing to the side with my jaw in my hands, keeping my chin off the floor while swaying back and forth to the awesomeness. I was definitely NOT expecting them to play or even pull off this ambiance. The highlight of their set was the equally brutal, spacey, complex, and ambient song Reset. Seamlessly this song fluctuates between a brutal, facial assault of metal and an ambient, bluesy , prog-rock anthem complete with chimes, acoustic guitars (clean-electric guitars live), and synthesizers. And they pulled it off beautifully. Literally…goosebumps just writing about it. I was talking to a friend of mine earlier in the week about this exact song and about how they’d pull it off live. My answer was that they’d probably play with a backing track or just not play the song at all. I have never been so glad to be so wrong. I’m not even going to talk about the drummer. The guy is unreal and deserving of a Wlfbkr posting in his own right. So I’ll save that for another time. All in all, this band is everything I could want in a metal band and they do it with equal amounts humility, grace, and metal-brutality. I can’t wait until I get to see Misery Signals again.
Protest the Hero: They are by FAR the beardiest band out of Canada. Sure Chris Steele in Alexisonfire has (or had) a pretty epic beard for a while, but no band I’ve seen can hold a candle to the face-pubes on these kids. Rody, singer, had probably one of the most disgusting neck-beards I’ve ever seen. The guy is cursed with the inability to grow facial hair much above his jaw line, but can grow a veritable forest below it. Gross. The other beards are pretty beardy and in the words of my brother, the Cowardly Lion (of Wizard of Oz fame) plays stage left guitar. Literally. So apparently in his time since the release of Wizard of Oz, Cowardly Lion not only found his courage, but also learned to SHRED…and moved to Canada. There was one moment of surreality (that should really be a word, I don’t care what spell check says) where I was watching the guitar players and their hands almost transformed into centipede’s legs. It’s ridiculous watching their fingers move. It’s beyond my comprehension how someone can make their brain work in time with their hands to consistently turn out a desired sweep or what have you. If I were to do that it’d probably sound like someone stringing up a gagged cat. In short (because I’ve gone on WAAAAY too long) these guys were equally as nuts as I was expecting. They played everything to damn near flawlessness and melted all the little hardcore kids’ faces RIGHT off. Being the greedy music aficionado I am, I can’t WAIT for their next record. What these guys have done with shredology is at the limit of my comprehension of what can be done with a guitar. So naturally, I want to see them go beyond that…even though they pretty much just put out Fortress, their last release. I want more. And I want it yesterday.
There’s one last thing I wanted to make note of… On a very superficial level, Misery Signals and Protest the Hero look like they belong together on stage as autonomous groups. Karl’s onstage activity (Misery Signals) looks like it was comfortable as he’s in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. The other guys in the band are wearing whatever jeans and t-shirts that suited them. They looked comfortable and looked like they belong on stage together. The same went for the Protest the Hero guys. There was no pretension in that they didn’t look like they needed to dress a certain way or project themselves to fall into a pre-fabricated style. The only reason I mention this is because the band before them, The #12 blah-blah-blah, had an awkward onstage “look” that only added to the awkwardness of their set. The singer was all emo’d out with his perfectly side-swept, straightened hair, his deep v-neck shirt, and his open vest. The guitar player looked like he was pulled out of a Hugo Boss casual-wear ad with some sort of light blue polo and slacks or something. The bass player was in normal jeans and a t-shirt and the drummer was metaled out with a sleeveless shirt and everything. I only bring this up because there’s something to be said about looking like you belong together on stage. It adds to the cohesiveness of a band. The four dudes in #12 didn’t look like they’d be hanging out outside of the band. The 5 in Protest and the 5 in Misery Signals look like they ran in the same crowd…which in turn makes them look more comfortable on stage and more comfortable with each other.
The Protest the Hero Cowardly Lion
Karl of Misery Signals commands the crowd. Epic. Word.
Cell phone picture = indisputable proof I was there. Fact.
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