Last night, I went to a little place called Mojo 13 out in the suburbs of Wilmington, Delaware to catch a bunch of cool local bands. I'll confess I wasn't expecting much, because the whole lineup was just local bands, no big names. Recently this tiny venue has somehow been booking surprisingly big bands to play there (I've seen Goatwhore and Cattle Decapitation there, and Dying Fetus is scheduled to make an appearance in a couple months), but this time it was just the local heroes playing for all their friends and local supporters. Basically, I knew the bands would play great, but I wasn't sure a whole lot of people would show up or if they would be energetic. Little did I know this would end up becoming one of the best local shows I've ever been to, possibly second only to Internal Fear's farewell show last month.
Things were looking a little slow when Atlantic City deathgrinders Thrown Into Oncoming Traffic took the stage, but as soon as they started playing they had everyone's undivided attention. Despite there only being about a dozen people watching them, they played their lightning-fast, impressively technical songs with all the energy and enthusiasm of a band playing to a sold-out venue. They were short one guitar player, but everything still sounded just fine, and the vocalist's between-song bantering kept everyone laughing and in good spirits, so nobody made any fuss about it. The only real disappointment was the lack of any moshing, but that could just be attributed to the "first band of the night" curse that seems to plague just about every local show that ever happens. If you're looking for some really good, fast, experimental deathgrind, be sure to check these guys out. They're not your average Jersey band, that's for sure.
Next up was the Philadelphia/southern New Jersey based melodic blackened death outfit I Am the Trireme. Now I'll admit, I'm slightly biased towards these guys, since I've been friends with them for a good couple years now, back when they were just another slightly above-average deathcore band. They've always been pretty good, and have taken more influence from bands like Abigail Williams and Enfold Darkness than Winds of Plague or the various other poser outfits out there, but over the last year or so they've completely abandoned the 'core aspect all together, replacing the breakdowns and pig squeals with blast beats, powerful synth orchestration and unapologetic blasphemous themes. They may be young, but make no mistake, these guys hate Jesus with every fiber of their being and aren't afraid to show it, but they also have plenty of fun doing it. More people started to show up and show interest in them about halfway through their set, so the energy level was definitely turned up a notch, but they really sealed the deal when they got the first pits of the night going. If you get the chance, be sure to pick up a copy of their new EP Unholy Divination, which I will be reviewing later in the week. If their live show is any indication, it's going to raise some eyebrows.
After Her Virgin Womb, I decided to step outside for some fresh air, and as a result I pretty much missed the next band's entire set, but from what I heard they sounded pretty decent. I believe the phrase I jokingly used while talking to Alec Pezzano (guitarist for I Am the Trireme) was "They sound like Crowbar, except like eighty years younger and with a better vocalist", so there you go.
The last band of the night (at least while I was there, there might have been one more afterwards) was Dead Walk the Earth, whose vocalist is none other than Andrew Derosier, aka Dr. Satan, aka the guy who we did our first interview with. Until last night I had only seen a few YouTube videos of Dead Walk the Earth's shows, so I didn't quite know what to expect. However, I did know that Andrew is a very charismatic, energetic frontman, so no matter what the music sounded like or how many people were there, he would make it fun for everyone else. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about any of this, because as soon as they started playing their first song, the place turned into a madhouse. There were huge pits, brutal riffs and slams, hilarious between-song jokes and bantering, and at one point a random old man showed up to watch the show (and I suspect to get as close to a couple really hot girls standing next to him as he could). I can't be sure, but I believe he was somebody in the band's grandfather or something, but either way he was very good-natured about everything that was going on, even though to say he was out of his element would be the understatement of the century. His presence gave the whole set a sort of surreal comic relief; no one had the slightest clue what the fuck he was doing there, but we all just went with it and laughed, just like he was just going with it by being there. After a while the band finally wrapped it up to enthusiastic applause and cheers, and I decided to head home before the splitting headaches and exhaustion could take their toll on me.
Speaking of wrapping up, before I do just that with this review, I'd just like to ask a question, to no one in particular: why the hell are there so many smoking hot girls in Delaware??? Seriously, this is like the fourth time I've gone to a show there and noticed a relative abundance of extremely attractive girls, they must be putting something in the water down there. Hit me up girls, I'm a nice guy I promise. I'm telling you guys, you wouldn't think it, but Delaware really is the place to go for good metal shows. The bands are great, the venues are very minimalistic and laid back, and the guy-girl ratio is almost a perfect fifty-fifty, and the girls all seem to be mad sexy, or at least really funny and cool. Be sure to check out all the bands I've mentioned, and if you're in the area both Thrown Into Oncoming Traffic and Dead Walk the Earth will be playing with Dying Fetus at this same venue on Friday, April 15th. That is by far the biggest band Mojo 13 has ever gotten to play there, it's going to be the show to end all shows. Take care guys, see you soon.
-BK
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