MELVINS! 2

All hail King Buzzo, the baron Harkonnen of noise rock. We were at the backstage club at 9:15 pm, doors would have opened at 8, start of show 9, but when we arrived there, Porn had already played, which caused a lot of people to curse. On the tickets it said doors would open at 9, so there weren't too many people there, and almost all of them were guys. Some metal-looking dudes. Only two people in front of the stage, which made Jared dedicate the first Big Business song to those two. Great show. Just heavily distorted bass and pumpin' drums. Then Dale entered the stage for a couple of songs to play extremely loud kick-ass guitar that made your blood chill in awe. And then...the Melvins...King Buzzo in his strange priestly gown and his steel guitar really made an impression. The heavy duty ventilator on his amp didn't stop him from oozing sweat from every pore in his body while he was looking at us, the stupid audience, with an evil look on his face. All those fanboys with their cameraphones. Not knowing where one song ends and the other one starts. 

And oh man what a sound. Two monster drummers, basslines like tank platoons, vocals like the the last words of hanged men who fail to repent their sins, and Buzzo's guitar, which shredded everything to pieces. 

Then they sang the American national anthem. Then Buzzo played "Boris" on his own while Jared was in the crowd screaming the lyrics into my ears. Then a nice little country tune about redneck arseholes and the King departed. Wow.

The ringing in my ears isn't that bad, it actually feels pretty good. I'm baptized. All hail King Buzzo!