First of all, the drummer from Saxon Shore is a beast. Homeboy completely crashed through his entire kit, TWICE, and as it laid in shambles, he kept playing. Hard. I couldn’t believe me eyes. Saxon Shore drummer dude, I salute you.
As far as the rest of their set, Saxon Shore pretty much kicked some post-rock butt, stampeding their way through pasturized scenery. Lightning bolts, thunderheads, and open prairie, yo. Some seriously strong buffalocity.
As for Caspian, the crowd was way more stacked, and they all got knocked over. Beverly’s brightest sailed a strong breeze, stepping on peoples’ heads as they went by. Like a switchblade in post-rock’s fist, Caspian stabbed lofty balloons and tore through cloth, as they basically left everyone pantsless. The glass was definitely more than half full. They’re re-entering the studio soon, and sleek, expansive sounds are sure to come out.
Philly drummers don’t fuck around.
Comment by Tom — August 2, 2006 @ 10:03 am
No joke. He could’ve butchered a Tyrannosaurus Rex with those drumsticks
Comment by chris — August 2, 2006 @ 10:14 am
if there were small children in the vicinity, they would’ve been shredded by the shards.
Comment by sambot — August 2, 2006 @ 11:10 am
The average post-rock fan is about 6′3″, so people just got splinters in their shins. For being a tree-hugger, that dude sure loves to destroy wood
Comment by chris — August 2, 2006 @ 11:14 am
“i just don’t know where he gets the aggression! he’s a hippie!”
Comment by sambot — August 2, 2006 @ 3:24 pm
photos and video! where it at, holmes?
Comment by sambot — October 2, 2006 @ 12:30 pm