Alekhines Gun, Edge of Existence, Eyes Like Cyanide, Feats of Valor & Lesser Being
Fontanas – New York, NY 05/28/11
Words/Photos by LexC
I’m not a big fan of hitting up local band shows. Or to use a cliche I don’t “support the local metal scene.” There are many reasons including the fact that I am poor and have to choose my events carefully. I’ve had times that after paying a $10 cover was disappointed. This is not always the case but to me that’s a good amount of money to take that kind of chance with. The few times I wasn’t disappointed were because I personally knew members of the bands or my friends did. (Though there have been times where even that didn’t matter.) The only reason I went to this one was because my friend Denis plays the drums for Edge of Existence. He’s an amazing drummer and a good friend of mine. After ten years I still have not seen him play a show. Though I was a little weary about how the night would go, I forced myself out of my house and ventured into china town to Fontanas.
Expecting to see at least one good band I was really glad that every band was good. Because of my expectations and my general nature I arrived late at 8:30pm. Lesser Being was already playing and I was disappointed that I missed the majority of their set. The three songs and a spontaneous Samba interlude by the drummer, that I saw they were pretty great. Feats of Valor began the very estrogen heavy night, with the first of three female vocalists. Their vocalist had a great voice, and some sick metal growls. She was better than plenty of guys I’ve seen. Not only was she a great vocalist she was entertaining too. Between songs she cracked jokes about getting more chicks than the guys in the band and pointed out another band member’s mother in the audience. It was her first metal show and clearly she was wondering what the fuck was going on. Eyes like Cyanide was the next female fronted band and the only other band besides the headliners to get a pit going. It was very short lived though. Somebody lost a drink and wiped out. Edge of Existence had some technical problems to begin with. Talking with them later, they were pretty hard on themselves but when they got it together they sounded good.
Through out the night many of us from downstairs–where they always stick us metalheads–had been outside hanging out, talking, and smoking cigarettes. But apparently at this point the bouncer decided that some of us needed to move from near the club to make room for the incoming crowd. He explained to one of the guys, he wanted him to go across the street so he didn’t mix with the more important crowd. The last band Alekhines Gun was another female fronted band. And she was an incredibly hot chick. When I returned downstairs to see her onstage even I got a little excited.
She’s hot enough to get guys in trouble–even I couldn’t stop looking her. Though one of my friends said if she had a voice like the first band’s, he would have dropped to his knees and worshipped her. The crowd went nuts for them. About halfway through the set I started to regret wearing platform high heel sandals. Guys were flying all over the place and sliding around on the slippery floor. Until people started offering to keep moshers away, I though I was fine. Even the sound guy who I was standing near even offered to let me stand on the platform behind the equipment. I had already gotten stepped on and kicked a couple times. After realizing it was elevated, I figured for the good of my pictures and the safety of my camera it was a good idea. It turned out in the end to really be for the best. Around the last couple of songs people really started flying and the guy standing in front of me got pushed and flew back. He fell flat back and beer went flying. I think I was more upset about his beer getting on me than I would have it I had been the one who fell.
Because I was so interested in seeing them finish their set and taking pictures of the singer I got left behind. Denis was looking for me to give me a ride back to Brooklyn. Since it was my first show sober in a long time I figured afterwards I could have a little bit more fun. (I had one beer all night at Fontanas and it was hot.) I probably wouldn’t have left anyway though. While they were on their way back to Brooklyn I stood around to at least buy a cd from the last band and see if I could collect on a few offers for free demos. The singer, Jessica, came over when I was attempting to pay for the cd and told me to just take it, beautiful and a sweetheart. After bullshitting around for a bit with people outside doing the usual standing around, figuring out plans and saying hellos or goodbyes I headed into Brooklyn. Unfortunately, I’m on my backup, backup phone so it took about an hour or so, a beer at Smiths tavern on fifth Ave, and tons of patience when I finally got a text about where he was. After realizing the bus would take way too long and I didn’t feel like taking the train, I hopped in a cab. Just had to hope that I had enough on my credit card for the ride. If not my alternate plan was to overdraft my account. I knew money was coming in real soon so it might have worked out. Unfortunately both cards got declined and I had no cash. Very upset but with nothing else to do the cab driver let me go. I ran with my pride completely shattered and went to attempt to enjoy the rest of my night.
Luckily it did turn out great. The rest of the night included stories of projectile vomiting, a fire breathing friend and intoxication. Sorry but that is where the public part of my night ends. Maybe someday for the autobiography I will get into the late night adventures. What I will share very soon is more pictures from the show, they will be posted to my website www.lastremains.net.