Unearth/All That Remains/Asking Alexandria 10/16/10
House of Blues – West Hollywood, CA
Words & Photos by Reverend Justito/concertconfessions.com
When a last minute invite came my way to check out the next to last Unearth show of 2010, I knew I couldn’t turn it down. Having just celebrated my beloved San Francisco Giants beating the Phillies in game one of the 2010 NLCS, I made it inside the venue just in time to catch the massive Massachusetts metal band perform way too early on a bill of bands that I struggle to find nice things to write about. But enough with this useless introduction, it’s time to share with you the tales of another insane evening in which I was treated like a VIP for the simple fact that I registered a domain name.
All That Remains
- Walking into House of Blues, I was aware that All That Remains was top dog on an akward bill that featured mediocre mallcore and Unearth. I admit, I missed the bands set (which as I am told featured Unearth guitarist Buz McGrath performing butt naked) and I am fine with that. Having met a few members of the band, I must say they are a class act, and very generous. However, when it comes to their music, it is not my thing. I have heard albums,
- and while not bad it is just not my thing. Best wishes to them (rumor has it their just released album will have a very solid debut on Billboard) but on this particular evening, I chose friends over watching you do your thing.
***Updated July 2011***
8 months after I posted one video of Asking Alexandria, Sumerian Records had my YouTube account with over 700 bands deleted. I wanted to share with you below all about how select members of this band were looking to sodomize underage girls post set, but figured I would take the high road instead. As the world knows, the founder of Sumerian Records was a former video game pirate who REALLY HATES when folks steal from his business. So hey, delete the one video I had up HELPING your band, but leave all that awesome footage of your band acting like a bunch of drunk dicks in Seattle up.
As I sit and write this, I wish I was Perez Hilton. The things I could tell you about these guys and how they acted backstage – pure tabloid delight. Instead, I will just say this. I am a 31 year old man who loves rock music. Asking Alexandria is nothing more than a boy band with regrettable tattoos and BOSS Metal Zone distortion pedals. The music is designed to give young girls their first sexual thought, not to stimulate the mind of an individual who is rapidly losing his hair. With that said, I will tell you the same thing I told bassist Sam Bettley back stage when he asked my thoughts on the show.
The energy was good. Los Angeles crowds are usually jaded and uninterested, but on this night the kids were going insane. Huge pits, group sing-a-longs and a fan base eager to please any request by lead screamer Danny Worsnop. So that’s the nice thing I have to say. I will now give you the pleasure of imaging all the nasty things I really want to say.
Two years and two days after Unearth released their most recent record “The March” I was lucky enough to catch the bands next to last show in support of the brutal yet masterful collection of songs. I was lucky enough to catch the band at the same venue when they supported Testament, and also managed to see the band Thanksgiving weekend at the All Day All Ages Metal Fest at the Hollywood Palladium. I have to confess, the whole set was a bit of a blur for me. I made my way down to the photo pit just as the bands pre-recorded music began to blast from the PA. It was fucking Journey. I really fucking hate Journey. I really fucking hate the fact that my beloved San Francisco Giants have adopted that fucking terrible Journey song as the theme for the 2010 post season run. So despite my love for Unearth, I was hurt that the band would choose such a cheap and pathetic way to get the crowd pumped up.
Once the band actually started playing, I forgot all about the terrible into music. I suppose that’s the actual beauty of Unearth. On one side of the coin, you have hard hitting metal anthems, and on the other you a gang of jackasses decked out in Dr. Dre T-shirts and lewd sexual acts drawn upon their arms. The short but sweet set drew heavily from “The March” but had plenty of older songs to keep the crowd moving. Songs like “My Will Be Done” and “This Glorious Nightmare” mixed together perfectly. When not playing class clown (not to mention kicking me in the head to reach the rail that separates the crowd from the band) guitarist Ken Susi is a master of his craft shredding solo after solo with a giant shit eating grin upon his face.
It really felt as if I had blinked and the bands set was coming to an end. As with the last two shows I have seen the band destroy on this two plus year journey, the night ended with “Black Hearts Now Reign.” Front man Trevor Phipps did a phenomenal job of getting the crowd to form a huge circle pit while his brothers created a loud wall of powerful heavy metal behind him. The best news of the night came at the very end of the set. The band is about to record a new album, and promised a return to Southern California next year. See you then!