BloodLust!

A review of last night's show, courtesy of Blake Edwards (Vertonen):

Revue: wheaton endures

The Wheaton theatre is a really nice, decaying theatre that’s actually
a historical landmark; just so you know. Anyway, this time we all set
up in the “main” space, and the acoustics were bellowing. that almost
made up for not having a subwoofer (which would’ve been great for Is).
Crippled Insectual started things off with our rhythm spazz and noise
shopping cart race. We had some pretty solid slams along the concourse,
splaying blind blood and shaking the rosaries while the electronic
battleships got stuck in the muddy docks and the fly scrappled at her
gear.

Climax Denial followed with some chewed up gristle that seemed to
emanate from between his beard and his provincial “don’t fuck with
wisconsin” patch. He spat out some sawblades coated in fuzz, channeled
ed kemper with his howlings, and finished with a nice dying recording
of what seemed to be religious music battling feedback.

Is was up next and jacob started on the mighty stage (the only one of
us to do so, but he had a red glowing trunk of gear, so it made sense)
alone. He dosed with stereotacular gurble fuzz drone tone; turn your
head left, that sine wave smacks you; turn right, it’s gone. If it
could’ve been 5 times louder and with more bass, intestinal tracts
would’ve seeped through skin. He left the stage as this charmingly
aggravating high tone chirped left right up and down and then bryan
stepped to the front, turned on these really brutal bright lights, and
proceeded to eat his way through a record and spit out hyaenas of prime
cut distorto-destruction. His pacing was dapper, with delicate high
tones setting your arm hair upright and then bass trout flopping at
your feet.

Bloodyminded—hell they really are hitting strides live, and this set
brought back more of the distortion nightmare (as opposed to the
cleaner sounds I’ve heard at their recent live show). They sounded
fantastic in the space, but, as most of us feared, nobody in the
(seated) audience knew what to do with them. A handful of us screamed
along and gave mark all the necessary heckles (and undiluted,
supporting agape love) he needed, though. A fine evening out.