I lucked out on this one. I showed up at Pinky's this past Wednesday to hang out with my new friends Iconocaust. Shred had given me a call and said that their new CD was finished and he had a signed copy for me to pick up at their show. Definitely pick up "The Natural Evolution of Metal" from there website! Awesome stuff!
For years Denver has been overlooked as a source for new music. Everyone knows about L.A, Seattle and New York but I guess the main stream media in this country figures Denver is backwater country town and if someone happens to come out of this area playing metal, rock, or rap it was just a fluke. Well some of the best metal I have heard in the last several years has all been in some of the local bars and warehouses in the Denver/Boulder area. RCA and Sony need to set up shop here in Denver if they want to get in on the new music revolution, L.A.
Located on Pearl and 22nd Streets, Sun Deli in Boulder is a cool locally owned place offering up tasty dishes and friendly faces...
Sun Deli offers up the best slices of pizza in Boulder. There are plenty of cool books to check out while you wait for your pie to cook up and Jerry's playing on the radio. Their decor consists of all things hippie and the staff is always welcoming.
The angle SCI had on the material was exquisite. They played these great songs from the inside out. The JGB, however, seemed all surface to me. The False Jerry kind of weirded me out. It seemed like more gloss and showmanship than anything else. They're a professional outfit, of course, but w/o Jerry there, or Kahn, it didn't really have much meaning for me compared to Nelson/Rothman, SCI and the RatDog sets. I'd have to say that JGB was the weakest set of the night, not that they weren't entertaining though...
The first thing I see as I enter the top of Red Rocks is the full moon just barely sitting on the Colorado horizon. It's got that dusky, orange glow and an uncanny resemblance of, well, dare I say, a Georgia peach. It sat center-stage and shined like a beacon getting brighter and brighter the higher it went.
Where else but at a Dark Star Orchestra show does the cryptical reciting and mind-changing on years and dates in the mid seventies occur with such frequency.
Sometime in the summer.
Each month is cause for consideration as some pattern of songs specific to a fall, a summer, a spring of a given year passes through memory.