Concert Notice: City of Iron, Mind Over Master, The Moulten Llama, and Fuggit at Cherry Street Station (Wallingford, CT) - Saturday, January 16 @ 8 PM
Saturday, January 16, the gloves will be off, the fuse will be lit, and a fresh case of whup ass will be on ice and ready to be opened. Cherry Street Station in Wallingford, CT (491 N Cherry Street Ext.) will play host to four bands who have a personal vendetta against your eardrums. For the low, low price of $5, you and your friends who are 21 years old or older may enjoy the sensation of rapidly going deaf with your fists pumping and heads banging! Doors open at 8 PM!
One part gleaming melodies, one part hard-edged heaviness, all metal, City of Iron craft songs with an audible architectural complexity that is by turns raucous and atmospheric. Based in Meriden, CT, the quintet featuring Mike Elias on vocals, Justin Khan on guitar and vocals, Steve Caruso on guitar, Alex Khan on bass, and Tyler Young on drums makes a formidable noise born from some half-remembered Gothic chiaroscuro wherein the interplay of shadow and light dresses an entire sonic canvas in gorgeous lines. At its most energetic, the band forces an impassioned cry of staccato rhythms, thunderous percussion, and soaring vocals from a hidden, midnight gulf with no discernible bottom. In more subdued moments, City of Iron entice the unwitting listener into that same chasm with delicate, brooding guitar, legato bass, and drum work so light-footed it could land on a house of cards without disturbing the structure. The band's latest release, VoidSpeaker, which hit fans' ears in July 2015, provides a chilling survey of these qualities that should be part of your regular rotation.
By contrast, the intrepid New Haven-area trio Mind Over Master corner the listener in a space where punk and metal influences argue over which Motörhead album was the loudest, start throwing spent beer bottles, and then reconcile over glasses of heavier liquor worthy of the Melvins. Even though this may sound like organized chaos, Wiott O'Henning on vocals and guitar, Matt DeSanti on bass and vocals, and Brian Harris on drums operate effectively as a single predator that frequently hits audiences fast, hits them hard, and then drops its crushing weight upon its prey for the duration of an evil groove. Listeners won't mind this type of subjugation one bit because spending that amount of time close to Mind Over Master's numerous savage riffs will leave their shocked and awed brains clamoring for more time with the bestial overlord. The band's full length debut album, Disbelief System, released in December 2013, announced that these high-intensity doom mavens are on the hunt for total domination, and the recently recorded live material, captured as the Harris Bar Sessions, promises that this memorable act will occupy fans' helpless minds for the foreseeable future.
Speaking of predators, if a llama could mimic a leopard's movement—sleek, muscular, fluid, hypnotic, deadly—it would offer a visual analog to The Moulten Llama's seductive, vicious grooves. A Moulten "Leopard" Llama: got that? Good. Leading the bluesy prowl out of Worcester, MA is the band's charismatic frontman, Craig "Who's-Your-Mac-Daddy?" Mac, whose teeth receive their bite from the dual-guitar swagger of Phil "Raptor" Raptis and Rob "Lord Pork" Therrien. Shaking the llama's bottom in time are Andy "Smackdown" Smith on bass guitar and Tom "Permission-To" Landry on drums. Together, the Llama chase down a thick, meaty meal of snarling stoner riffs and sly lyrics penned in whiskey and testosterone. Only four words can make a valiant attempt at capturing the experience of their wildcat live set: "The Moulten Fucking Llama." Find out why that profanity is absolutely required on Saturday.
You have twelve bars, two overdriven guitars, a stack of Marshalls, a bowel-bouncing bass, a locomotive drum kit, and an empty bottle of bourbon. What have you? Anyone? No one? Fuggit. Hailing from the bayous of Worcester, MA, this instrumental quartet comprised of John Allen and Jon Galuffo on guitar, Mike Plante on bass, and Pete Thoman on drums will take you back, aboard a deafening steam train, to a time when blues and metal were still indistinguishable. Fuggit deftly incorporates the woeful storytelling so central to the musical genre and lays it down as part of the same set of tracks their wordless iron horse races upon. And then they make it go to 11. And then one’s entire perspective changes. Rent due? Fuggit. Spouse gone? Fuggit. Facing the hangman’s noose? Fuggit. Chores to do on Saturday night, Jan. 16? Fuggit: go to the show, instead, and have your dome blown by these spectacular musicians!