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Cultural Chemists and the Despotic Destroyers…
Thursday nights usually mean the start of the weekend up here, unless you have 8 a.m class the next day. Regardless it’s the beginning of something, and what better way to start it off than a rump-shaking-spazzed-out-tropical-climate-filled garage?
The Biko garage has been the home of more sonic jargon than a channel stuck on static… Ninjasonik and Japanther added to this repertoire and ripped through that two hour space of time after the sunset and before the police, ending the show in the early hours of the evening and leaving everyone with soaked T’s, frazzled minds, and the ability to get more fucked up after!
The chemists – Reverend Mcfly, Telli Gramz and Dj Teenwolf mixed and matched an assortment of chemicals including rock-arbon, nitric rap-ate, ferric accapell-ide, phenol punk, techno sulfate and other synthesized forms of entertainment to produce a culturally relevant compound, touching on everything from the sex you have to the pants you wear. The compound was exothermic to say the least as it trashed and danced its way to the hearts of the crowd. The garage started off about as cool and placid as you’d think any garage would, but once Mcfly and Gramz took the mic the shit they spat seemed to catalyze the reaction and by the end of their set, the garage felt like it was stuck in a cocaine den somewhere in the heart of Columbia.
Two seems to be a good number for many bands now-a-days. For one thing it’s less people in on the loot, and less conflict of interest. It’s amazing the sheer amount of variations one can make with two people – the possibilities are endless. Japanther – Ian Vanek and Matt Reilly – found themselves a niche somewhere between classic anthem punk and lo-fi dance; building their own unique dilapidated shack in the recesses of this niche, and ruled this area like a despotic king. The climate was already hot and the kids were ready as the duo started off with an unenthused number, only to stop, rewind and pound the enthusiasm back into the song, immediately catching the crowd. And the rest was a dredging lava flow of danceable mashed up punk.
Fuck Yeah…
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