There is no qualifier for what shows I do or do not write about on the dusty virtual pages of World Breaker. Maybe I should write about concerts I attend more often. Given the relative frequency of my showgoing, there would be a lot more posts. Anyway, I'm getting off track. Last night I squeezed into the beyond-sold-out Satyricon to see the legendary Pentagram play music. Nachtmystium, Danava and Witch Mountain also played. Another act, Jim Beam and the Chasers, played a more exclusive show. In my stomach. It was with some apprehension that I even went to this show. Though I had been looking forward to it for some time, I must admit that I was intimidated by the teeming mass of familiar faces crammed into the hundred-degree show space. I was also unsure of Pentagram's ability to shred. These dudes are pushing 60, and have had a long and tumultuous history of lineup changes, breakups, and whatever physically taxing debauchery being a member of Pentagram would entail. Soon, however, this anxiety and pessimism was washed away in a brisk rain of whiskey. After missing Danava and enjoying the better-than-expected black melody of Nachtmystium, I was standing in one of the more densely populated show floors I've seen. Pentagram's set was long, loud, and simply put, kind of amazing. Whatever lineup they have these days is more than capable, and retain an energy and enthusiasm matched equally by the gruesome mosh pit they inspired. This was a pit of unbridled reception: hundreds of rabid fans thrashing around not because Pentagram's music necessarily calls for such activity, but because everyone was simply so effing stoked to see this band. Figuring I'd rather be bruised and entertained than smushed and stationary, I spent the entirety of their extended set fighting off the mutual glee of my brothers and sisters of metal. Pentagram played the classics, they played some new stuff, but the pace and accomplishment of their songs did not relent. After a fake finish and two encores, everyone was ready to call it a night. Limping out of Satyricon's makeshift sweat lodge, the feeling was mutual that we were all lucky to engage in the unholy revelry of a really good metal show. Though I am now injured and creaky, I was truly blessed to be a part of Pentagram's stinky sacrament. Hail.
Behold the billowing fog of a blog that no one reads. The dusty unyielding lack of posts. The eponymous Neurosis lyrics, misinterpreted. World Breaker. A fate worse than death, the icy fingers clawing your back.
World Breaker. The violent serpent that knows neither mercy or satiety, but is actually just a blog that's mostly about video games. No longer apologizing for lack of posts.
