Myths + Diamond Rings NMS 1 Year Birthday Party!:
Wednesday, March 31st, 2010
Our friends at winniecooper.net are a bunch of awesome guys. What feels like only weeks ago, when they staged their first night in a little dive bar has expanded into a realm which it will never return, like the rings of Saturn or Cloud City. No More Strangers proudly celebrated their first year with a bang I could have never expected. The newly renovated Funky Winkerbean, ripe with anticipation and smiling faces was wall to wall with people by 10:00pm, an early start aided by some wild laser lights and some expert dj’ing by the resident head masters Hunk The Drunk and Christian Flores. A few distracted and scattered bodies swayed and bobbed on the dance floor waiting for the night to truly begin. And when Myths took the stage, our minds crumbled with they flung into our faces. Two girlies pranced around the stage in homemade garb, lace wrapped tightly around their faces. Laptop beats pounded endlessly, delayed and echoed unintelligible shrieks cascading over a sea of synthy grimy electro. Harder to describe than most bands this video will give you a pretty good idea of the feelings I was left with:
When that was finally over and we’d smoked our way through a half pack each, most returned to the dance floor or the epic bar line to secure their final drink before the much anticipated Diamond Rings took to the stage. A small speech was made by founder HUNK and cake was distributed. What came next was a real spectacle. Diamond Rings, gold tights, neon make up and freshly painted nails was a captivating presence as I’ve ever seen. An 80′s pop hero, half Bowie half Laurie Anderson and of course 100% glam idol. Incredibly smooth choreographed dance moves across a stage too small to hold his brilliance. Although it wasn’t the fastest dance music I’ve ever heard, it kept the crowd captivated and swaying to and fro. As Diamond Rings announced his last song, balloons cascaded from over head filling the room with colour and cries of delight. And then it was over, a packed dance floor continued to bob with the music until with a flick of the light switch, it was over and everyone was ushered into the street.
Congrats Winnie Cooper and No More Strangers for being oh so awesome! We love you.
(photo credit to W.C)
-lionsteeth
to evolution like Daughters, the wait for this self titled album was almost painful. But like a pending dose of morphine Daughters delivers in a way only they can. Anyone familiar with the group can recall their departure from the grindcore scene by completely cutting out the throaty screams of Alexis Marshall to be replaced exclusively with a southern preachers drawl. ‘Hell Songs’ their second album showcased a sound which proved to be a segway to where they now reside. If there is one thing Daughters proved on this album is you can be insanely heavy with out the tell tale sounds of metal. The things left out on this album (wild banshee screams, shredding guitar
solos ect) make it all that much better. The constant pounding of guitars cranked to ten, dissonant as can be, sludgy distorted bass, machine gun drumming as played by a bridge troll, and of course the signature Alexis Marshall vocal accompaniment. One is left with an image of a drunken reverend, strapped to a nuclear bomb, half singing, half shouting warnings of an impending Apocalypse. If I was to rate this album, I’d give it 100 cans of toxic waste of of 100, but since we don’t do that here at Bluegrassish, here is one of our co-founders iceonthetrail to break down this mutated Mona Lisa track by track.
