Thursday, May 3, 2007

The Necromantics

I got a call from the Big Kid. He asked if I would like to go with him to see a band that plays Psychobilly Rock (?). The differences in punk music are described in terms I can only call hair splitting. Everyone has their own niche. I don't get to hang out with him much due to work schedules, so I felt any opportunity to hang with the kid was a good time.

I have never been into the punk scene. It is however very amusing. Never have I seen a better collection of Tattoos and nose rings, body piercing, outre hair styles, clothing almost worn, butt cracks and belly adornments, and that was just the girls. The guys were considerably more violent in a, controlled- I'm just dancing kind of way, and less made up. The songs (?) were all too loud and sounded the same. The sound guys are careful to set the system up to the preference of the band, and then turn it up so loud the only thing you can hear is the roar of the bass, words go unheard.

I think I may have some permanent hearing loss.

Some of the girls were cute, particullarly those in short skirts, dancing and occasionally kissing their girl friend. It might have been for shock value, most of the wierdness was a pose to catch the attention of the crowd, not serious perversion.

The Necromantics are showmen all. They sport slanted eraser haircuts, the required black clothes, lots of tats and lots of eye rolling to look like zombies. The stand up base is in the shape of a coffin, and the lead guitar player can make it scream for mercy. With songs like : Necrophilia, Horny in the Grave Yard, Who Killed the Cheerleader, the cheerful atmosphere can only be imagined.

It was a good time. If he asks again I will take some ear plugs, drink more beer and hope no one is stupid enough to pick a fight.

"Slam dance" doesn't mean the same thing to all participants


Ambulance Driver said...

You know what they say, DW:

If the music is too loud, you're too old.

I caught myself for the first time about seven years ago, snarling to my nephew, "TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!"

"You don't like my music?" he asked.

"That ain't music, that shit is just NOISE," I snapped.

Of course, then I went home and drank a twelve pack while I pndered when I had turned into my father.

HollyB said...

Yeppers, I hear both y'all's pain. At Rubber Gloves on Tuesday night I was "subjected" to electro-techno music(?). And I was thinkin', I MUST be gettin' old, cause this is just waaaay too loud for me.
I already have tinnitus, so my ears really WERE ringing!
Luckily, I got to listen to Allen Wayne Damron in the car on the ride home.