Love me like an animal

So Flameshovel records dropped by Legends one week after Friday the 13th. The seemingly unsurpassable amazingness of moving an entire record label on a flatbed was in fact surpassed by the Russian Circles (along with the Race and the Narrator [adding at wvfi this week]). Russian Circles lasso post-rock, space-hardcore, and metal-dronefucking together. They also had a great stage presence. The guitarist had a plethora of pedals (gear slut wet dream), sick skills (a la finger tapping), a tendency to loop (at one point there were five guitars going on at once), and this bad-ass stoic stance with a blond mane covering his face the entire show (it gave way to whirlwinds at some points). The bassist played his tool through a blowtorch, he was chiseled, lean, and large (thus personifying most of the bass lines), and jerked around mildly, wildly, or extra-wildly. The drummer was... good. He had a mean headband, and anyone who knew anything about music was probably looking at him most of the time. Dead on, inventive, and just plain awesome. The drunk, middle-aged, businessman who wandered into Legends next to me, put it best. "Saaay... Now THAT'S a gooooood drummer!"

I do have a soft-spot for noise/loud live shows, but c'mon.



Also, I love it when SDH has the 90s hit radio station on, and Lovefool is followed by Closer.