Scissorfight stormed the stage to excerpts from Deliverence,
I think. Wherever it was from, it fitted their monster trucks,
booze and guns mantra perfectly. The crowd was totally
whipped into a frenzy at the first chord. I had a prime
spot right in front of Jarvis, the bass player. He is nuts
on bass, bashing out some crazy lines all finger style.
Ironlung had it going on that night, spitting out the
lyrical pearls of wisdom including "More of those pills.
More of those pills. More, more, more, more, more!" with
the sonic ferocity of a cat getting strangled. Fuck You aka
Octocock aka Jay’s guitar was not just an instrument, but
a force of fucking nature. It was thick and sludgy and tore
through the club like a runaway circular saw. Strongbow
kept everyone in check with his usual granite-solid drumming.
Scissorfight ripped through favorites such as "Helicopter
Killing Cottonmouth", "She Wolf" and "Balls Deep". The set
was highlighted by a Bad Brains cover, which I missed due
to my need of some tasty beverages, and to get away from a
sleazebag who thought the pit was the dance floor of Avalon,
(if you’re not familiar with the Boston dance clubs, insert
any generic Euro-trash bump and grind ho hangout). Total
fuckwad old gross guy. ICK! Went back the front of the
stage and enjoyed the rest of the set with a cold PBR.
Scissorfight was just plain awesome. They better play again
before the fall, but Jay said they have no plans for shows
until then. Suck. Scissorfight is, however, entrenched in
their compound in the New Hampshire woods formulating their
next audio assault of the world.
The night was great. I love the fact that the Middle East
has PBR pounders for 3 bucks. They’re a little more than
the drafts at O’Brien’s, but it is a little bigger club. I
wish they had Carling’s Black Label Beer. That would be
killer! Oh, just a warning to y’all, now that there is no
smoking in clubs, the Middle East has a serious funk to it.
You never could tell before with all the smoke in the air,
but now? DAMN! I didn’t stay around for the Bags. Nancy, a
knowledgeable music buff whose judgment I trust, said they
were not worth checking out. We decided to end the night
with a well-poured Guinness at a bar down the street. A
wonderful send off to the evening.
Scissorfight
The bill was Malachite,
Scissorfight and The Bags. Around 9:30 at night, Malachite
hits the stage. The band is all women except for a frontman
that makes Fat Mike look ready for the anorexic ward. The
first song was a little off (it was noted that this was a
reunion show for them) but by the second song, they were
hitting on all cylinders. They had this crazy AC/DC meets
the Misfits with a swing down the camp highway by The
Cramps thing going on. The songs featured chunky riffs and
choruses that included the gem "I wanna take you to the
cemetery!" The mountainous dude behind the mic had some
crazy banter between screaming out the songs titles. They
were great fun and the entire audience had smiles on their
faces by the end of the set. It’s a shame they are no longer
playing shows on a regular basis. I hope they use this gig
as a launch to reform the band.
Reviewed by: lux_interior13