I wrote a review of the Creeper show...
Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:31 pm
...that ended up not getting published due to "space constraints". Fuck those guys. Anyway, thought I'd share it with you fine folks.
Hollow wrote:Booze, bands, and bedlam: Creeper, White Ribs, and Compound Terror at some guys’ house.
-Willa Simpson
The house was small, and the sixty people shoved into the living room elbowed each other aside for space. Mattresses were pulled off beds and propped against windows, blankets were shoved in between them, anything to muffle the noise and keep the neighbours happy. A semi-circle formed for the bands, which were set up on the floor and in a corner, perfect for audience viewing. Alcohol was everywhere, quite a bit of it going down my throat. The first band up was White Ribs, a two piece from Nanaimo. This was something straight out of my early teenage years; chaotic off-tempo noise-rock, Orchid with attitude, Pg. 99 without the edge. Nanaimo isn’t known for coming up with particularly interesting bands, and so when something this amazing shows up, the kids come out and rage. In between songs, drunken hooligans screamed out suggestions, most positive but some not fit for any publication. Richard Chisholm, guitar player/vocalist extraordinaire, has a scream that is somewhat reminiscent of Guy Picciotto from Rites of Spring with a little bit of the hawk jet from He-Man thrown in for good measure. After their set, more alcohol was imbibed while Compound Terror set up. A grindcore three-piece with noise elements thrown in for good measure, CT are locals that don’t play nearly enough. Blast beats bashed brains while righteous riffs replaced reason. Mad thrashing was to be seen, metal claws were thrown up, people were punched in the face, and everyone had an excellent time indeed. After their all-too-short set, Toronto’s Creeper set up while the crowd polished off their six packs and pulled out the whiskey. The night was getting hectic for everyone, and it’s around this point my memory gets fuzzy. Creeper sound like Cursed meets Black Ships meets every other east coast Canadian hardcore outfit. Grungy, grimy, dirty and blasting they brought out all the stops and destroyed the room. If anyone had uttered the words “This night couldn’t get any better” they were instantly proven wrong. Halfway through their set, a small voice in my head said “You should do a stage dive off that couch.” A note to everyone who may be reading this: my brain is attempting to kill me. However, I survived, and Creeper continued to play despite my botched attempt at couch-defenestration. After the show, everyone quietly left, too thrashed out to possibly continue partying...there. A little bird informed me of quite a few after parties, but my old ass ended up at home by one a.m. Sometimes you gotta know when to quit.