Slapshot / Death Before Dishonor / Revenge
FutureBar, Quincy MA 10/11
After seeing a great afternoon show at the Church (By The Throat, Mob Hit, Psycho and Bad Lieutenants, also reviewed here), I stumbled over to the new FutureBar in Quincy MA to further assault my eardrums and kill more pesky neurons with glee. Futurebar is in a location that’s been around for a long time, mostly hosting crummy shit, but recently, with its name change, they seem to want to establish themselves as the prime punk/metal club around town. And I couldn’t be more supportive of their decision.
Andy Bang did not accompany me as he was called in to perform emergency brain surgery, but I did get to hang out with Greg and Barry (and Susan) from Mob Hit, whose band I saw for the first time today.
This bar is in an odd place and its original purpose seemed to be a combination disco/local hangout. You descend down some fancy stairs, with a couple of policemen looking amused at the festivities, into the room which is divided into two parts. The second part not used at all and the first having a bar sideways facing away from the stage. Also, in front of the stage is a “no alcohol” zone. It’s really packed in the club tonight with a lot of moshing and climbing on each other’s backs in the no booze area.
Some disco lights are projecting tiny green dots upon the moshers which is pretty bizarre. I guess if you’re on ecstasy it would be quite entertaining. I missed Dead Friends who I was dying to see and catch Revenge with their aggressive approach. I’m kind of undecided about them. They’re good, but they don’t make my day. Up next, Death Before Dishonor do, however. Andy had seen them before, but it’s a first for me. Gotta agree with Mr. Bang as these boys bring the power and speed and have the mosh pit going wild, indeed.
Now it’s time for Slapshot, who I may or may not have seen back in the day. Too many neurons have met their death and with their death so dies their stored information. I’m willing to bet they didn’t play quite this well back then but I do know tonight they kick ass. This is one powerful machine of hardcore punk. Their drummer reminds me a lot of Outlets/Ganggreen drummer Walter Gustafson and from me, no one could receive any higher comparison. He knows how to provide all the speed and throw in all needed rolls perfectly. The whole band is great, the people rejoice and mosh, the green dots aptly bounce from one body limb to another and all is good and blessed in the world.
At the end of the night I’m standing there with a beer bottle in my hand. A young punk girl whom I’ve only recently met comes up looking for her friend. It’s after last call and she tells me she’s pretty drunk. I say, “I guess I am but I’m not sure, I have been drinking all day. It’s just a state that I’m so frequently in that it’s hard to tell.” She grabs the beer out of my hand and downs all of it. “Oh, sorry, I think I drank it,”she says. I don’t mind, I just think it’s neat that she would actually do this.
Well, it’s time to go, she’s located her ride, I’m sure I’ll be back. Good luck in the future to this bar.
(Jim Slimedog)
