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| I'm pretty certain that Friday show was the first time I had seen Pg. 99, Pig Destroyer, and Midiron Blast Shaft. I don't think there were more than 75 people at either show. Chew on that for a second. |
I dashed off a quick post about my favorite forgotten Reptilian band, Midiron Blast Shaft, almost 12 years ago on the heels of my next door neighbor setting his house on fire with a lit cigarette, rousing my ex-wife and I from a sound sleep and into the yard for 3 hours. Thankfully, my justification for revisiting this, the first Midiron Blast Shaft record, is simply the entire world sick and/or on fire. Great timing.
Chris X always had a soft spot for noisy bands from his hometown of Philadelphia, and this quartet of wig-wearing guitar humpers fit the bill to a T. There's some tasty Shellac worship at play here on their first album, along with the barely-intelligible vocals that were Midiron's trademark. The songs here are pretty straightforward compared to "Starts Fires In Your Pants"; it sounds a lot more Ink & Dagger than it does Cherubs, but it's still pretty damned good. There's enough sexy in these jams to make you want to sniff a couple poppers and get wild in a bathroom stall.
The Midiron Blast Shaft tree takes some interesting turns after their 2002 break-up. Members would spin off into Fight Amputation and Gunna Vahm, and would later turn up in Philadelphia's Faking, who've been making some pretty bad-ass noise rock of their own in recent years. At any rate, if you're feeling this, you absolutely should snag their second and finest record, "Starts Fires In Your Pants", from Reptilian Records - STILL a quality purveyor of devilishly fine rock 'n' roll like Grandpa used to hump to.
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