Dying Fetus, Despised Icon, Acacia Strain, Creeping Death, Gates to Hell HOB SD 11/1/23 (my review)
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Dying Fetus | Despised Icon | Acacia Strain | Creeping Death | Gates to Hell - HOB SD 11/1/23 (Noble review)
Gates to Hell
Gates to Hell were these skinny, waif-like Gen Zers going full aggro. Tactosa was on the promo materials, but Gates to Hell from Kentucky is what showed up, and they brought the tough, flex-boy shit.
What the fuck do you call this?
Now.
I’ve been doing the ruckus for more than three decades. I’ve seen and done my fair share of it. No horseshit.
But, this was my first time seeing this. These kids spaz out, showing their arms and legs about like propellers. What is this? My elbow got wapped by one of these dorks. (didn’t hurt)
Creeping Death
Creeping Death didn’t play Metallica covers, fuckhuey. They got their own shit. Their album, Wretched Illusions, was The Nobleman’s #50 album of 2019. They have a new album out this year. Unfortunately, their live energy does not come across in their studio recordings.
See that guitist on the left? He wears his guit lower than Steve “Steamin’” Clark and does wild Karate kicks on stage.
Trannies
Walking around House of Blues after Creeping Death, I noticed more bitches than I was expecting. But some of them had strange makeup, off-putting pigtails, or broad shoulders and I realized trannies were among us. I don’t ever remember seeing trannies at the Brick, but they were out in force last night at House of Blues.
If I were being cynical I’d say half the bitches there were dudes. Only the fat ones weren’t. I can’t be sure. I didn’t pull anybody’s pants down.
The Acacia Strain
Ever heard of The Acacia Strain? Me neither, other than that I had thrown their records into my 2023 albums queue since seeing them on the Dying Fetus bill; they’ve got two 2023 releases.
But.
The crowd sure knew them. They went absolutely apeshit, like spider monkeys flying all over the House of Blues. Crowd surfing, spitting, throwing dranks, propeller moshing. The singer would throw the mic to the crowd, some kid would grab it and know every word. Then the singer would motion like, “okay cool, now give me that back.”
This band was deathcore or metalcore or hardcore. I don’t know. Lots of breakdowns. We need genesracoonwig to come in here and sort the genres. I don’t know the core breakdown genres that well.
Despised Icon
Despised Icon did the Linkin Park thing with two singers. Except instead of rapping, the second singer was a fatfuck up there squealing like a pig.
And you can see they also did the raised platform thing like W.A.S.P. used to do.
Again, they did breakdowns. Some sort of core. I don’t know what. They were my least favorite band of the night, and they didn’t get near the response The Acacia Strain got. Nowhere close.
Corey Feldman
On a smoke break, I saw Corey Feldman will be here in a few weeks.
No, don’t worry. I don’t really smoke. Just Davidoff cigarillos sometimes when I go out because I’m a fucking Nobleman.
Dying Fetus pre-show music
You may recall my complimenting Matchbox 20’s pre-show music and how pumped it got the Box bitches. Dying Fetus made a full schtick out of it, playing A-ha, The Village People, the Bee Gees, and Bon Jovi, and everybody loved it.
Here we have some death metal folks doing the A in YMCA.
Dying Fetus
Dying Fetus was the only tech death band on the bill. Here we have awesome musicianship combining with full aggro energy. Top notch. This band has great songs, and they play them well. Two lead vocalist. Five fucking stars.
I had done a good job staying out of the pit all night. I told myself no pit ruckusing tonight. My shoulder is still fucked from the Pantera show.
Then.
Some kid said, “you should get in the pit,” and so I did. And I wasn’t in there long, but I was in long enough to lose my fitbit and fall down on the hard concrete.
A few years ago, I could hold my own at a Cattle Decap show at the Brick. Just ruckus about with the kids. I’d walk out with cuts and bruises, but no big deal. Now, suddenly, it’s joint pain. Today, everything hurts. I had to skip my workout and take anti-inflammatories.
I really am getting too old for it.
All in all, a great, memorable night. $30 for five extreme metal bands. I assume they have day jobs.
The Nobleman
Gates to Hell
Gates to Hell were these skinny, waif-like Gen Zers going full aggro. Tactosa was on the promo materials, but Gates to Hell from Kentucky is what showed up, and they brought the tough, flex-boy shit.
What the fuck do you call this?
Now.
I’ve been doing the ruckus for more than three decades. I’ve seen and done my fair share of it. No horseshit.
But, this was my first time seeing this. These kids spaz out, showing their arms and legs about like propellers. What is this? My elbow got wapped by one of these dorks. (didn’t hurt)
Creeping Death
Creeping Death didn’t play Metallica covers, fuckhuey. They got their own shit. Their album, Wretched Illusions, was The Nobleman’s #50 album of 2019. They have a new album out this year. Unfortunately, their live energy does not come across in their studio recordings.
See that guitist on the left? He wears his guit lower than Steve “Steamin’” Clark and does wild Karate kicks on stage.
Trannies
Walking around House of Blues after Creeping Death, I noticed more bitches than I was expecting. But some of them had strange makeup, off-putting pigtails, or broad shoulders and I realized trannies were among us. I don’t ever remember seeing trannies at the Brick, but they were out in force last night at House of Blues.
If I were being cynical I’d say half the bitches there were dudes. Only the fat ones weren’t. I can’t be sure. I didn’t pull anybody’s pants down.
The Acacia Strain
Ever heard of The Acacia Strain? Me neither, other than that I had thrown their records into my 2023 albums queue since seeing them on the Dying Fetus bill; they’ve got two 2023 releases.
But.
The crowd sure knew them. They went absolutely apeshit, like spider monkeys flying all over the House of Blues. Crowd surfing, spitting, throwing dranks, propeller moshing. The singer would throw the mic to the crowd, some kid would grab it and know every word. Then the singer would motion like, “okay cool, now give me that back.”
This band was deathcore or metalcore or hardcore. I don’t know. Lots of breakdowns. We need genesracoonwig to come in here and sort the genres. I don’t know the core breakdown genres that well.
Despised Icon
Despised Icon did the Linkin Park thing with two singers. Except instead of rapping, the second singer was a fatfuck up there squealing like a pig.
And you can see they also did the raised platform thing like W.A.S.P. used to do.
Again, they did breakdowns. Some sort of core. I don’t know what. They were my least favorite band of the night, and they didn’t get near the response The Acacia Strain got. Nowhere close.
Corey Feldman
On a smoke break, I saw Corey Feldman will be here in a few weeks.
No, don’t worry. I don’t really smoke. Just Davidoff cigarillos sometimes when I go out because I’m a fucking Nobleman.
Dying Fetus pre-show music
You may recall my complimenting Matchbox 20’s pre-show music and how pumped it got the Box bitches. Dying Fetus made a full schtick out of it, playing A-ha, The Village People, the Bee Gees, and Bon Jovi, and everybody loved it.
Here we have some death metal folks doing the A in YMCA.
Dying Fetus
Dying Fetus was the only tech death band on the bill. Here we have awesome musicianship combining with full aggro energy. Top notch. This band has great songs, and they play them well. Two lead vocalist. Five fucking stars.
I had done a good job staying out of the pit all night. I told myself no pit ruckusing tonight. My shoulder is still fucked from the Pantera show.
Then.
Some kid said, “you should get in the pit,” and so I did. And I wasn’t in there long, but I was in long enough to lose my fitbit and fall down on the hard concrete.
A few years ago, I could hold my own at a Cattle Decap show at the Brick. Just ruckus about with the kids. I’d walk out with cuts and bruises, but no big deal. Now, suddenly, it’s joint pain. Today, everything hurts. I had to skip my workout and take anti-inflammatories.
I really am getting too old for it.
All in all, a great, memorable night. $30 for five extreme metal bands. I assume they have day jobs.
The Nobleman
