May 12th, 2013
Rarely do I get to experience a show thats memories will be so forever imprinted on my life. Even if this is because my face will now be slightly more deformed than ever before, I still consider this a good thing. And no, I don’t say this because of some theoretical “face melting guitar solos”. This is because I shattered my nose on some dude’s shoulder while moshing halfway into the show. But before I get into that, let’s backtrack a bit shall we?
First off, both bands that opened the evening for the Metz deserve shout-outs in their own right. No Joy, the female shoegazers from Montreal began the night by shredding away with their noisily layered tunes. TV Ghost followed, and although I had my reservations at first for what has to be Lafayette Indiana’s first somewhat successful glammed-up new wave goth-punk band, their live performance was one I would pay for again. Front man Tim Gick gave an incredibly overdramatized performancance that could make the likes of Lux Interior from The Cramps or even Brian Connolly from The Sweet blush. All-in-all it was a great one-two combo to open a show.
Onto Metz. Before the show had even began, Wes and I noticed how high the drummer had set his crash cymbal. It was almost out of reach. General rule of thumb: the higher the cymbal is set, the more badass the drummer. We were excited. The trio came out, and by the looks of the lead man, I would have never guessed what was about to ensue. The opener begins. It’s a fast, thumping rush of a dirty baseline, quickly played bar-chords, and and aggressive drum beat for the ages. This isn’t a some brilliant new sound, but this is pure amperage! The first two songs you could feel the tension beginning to rise into the inevitable mosh pit. My entry was less than graceful. As I stood on the outskirts, biding my time until the right moment to jump in, I was pushed from behind by my fellow concert goer/fellow LxL’er/what I thought was my friend, Wes. Un-expecting and caught off balance, I fell to the ground. Only to arise and mosh like mad men for five more songs until BAM! … my nose, dude’s shoulder, blood gushing, and I am out of commission for the rest of the show. I’d like to say this was the first time I broke my nose in a mosh pit but I can’t. What’s worse is that the first time was at a Taking Back Sunday show, where they don’t even have real mosh pits. Those sissies just shadow mosh (which yes, is like shadowboxing but for mosh pits). Luckily I was still able to watch the rest of the show from a less intense distance, but since Wes stayed down in the mix, I’ll let him take it from here. But not before I show you this:
After starting a Twitter beef after a good review with Titus Andronicus just a week early, I was on the lookout for anyway I could possibly troll Metz. Fortunately for us and Metz, the Toronto-based power trio gave me no such fuel for fire. What they did give us, along with the openers, was one of the most relentless physical and musical assaults I have seen in a while. One look at the band Metz, especially their blondhaired, black-rimmed glassed lead man Alex Edkins, and you would think these guys were pretty modest and passive like most Canadian stereotypes. The three however, put fellow Canadian rockers Japandroids (who aren’t too shabby live themselves), to total shame with the outrageous amount of energy, fury, and venom poured into each show. It’s like Edkins channels the angry side of Frank Black for an hour and distills it into punk form.
Another thing one can’t leave a Metz show without noticing is the drumming. Drummer Hayden Menzies absolutely destroys his drums, but with one fascinating twist for a punk/garage rock revival band: he plays really deep in the pocket so instead of creating a headbanging crowd, it sort of causes the music to sort of jump instead of thrash. It rides this very interesting tension that separates the band, who for the most part aren’t changing the world with their sound, but the combination of the insane energy and unique drum play makes this a one-of-a-kind show.
I like to think that Todd experienced just what the band intended him to. One look at the song titles off their self-titled debut, and Todd experienced the beating the band intended: a “Headache”, “Nausea”, using a “Wet Blanket” (or icepack), and totally “Wasted” in the energy department. The injury forced Todd to “Get Off” the concert floor, and sit in the back along with the other “Sad Pricks”. So I think Todd came to a full realization of what a Metz show is meant to be like few others have been able to experience. Mostly, because they don’t have glass noses.
Can’t Miss: “The Mule”, “Wet Blanket”, “Wasted”
Can’t Hit: none