Dayton Music

On Friday, February 28th, The Hottest Chicks in Hard Rock according to Revolver Magazine soared into Columbus via Columbus Events Group, the Alrosa Staff, 99.7 The Blitz, Revolver staff and The Shrunken Heads co-owner and Azoic singer Kristy Venrick with a parking lot full of people following them in. Cilver, Eyes Set to Kill, Lacuna Coil, Sick Puppies and the winner of the Facebook fan voted local opener Able Danger all played for an appreciative loud crowd. Long ago and gone are the days of women being the sexy background or provocative eye candy of the show. Despite the tours descriptive adjective, the talent, history, musicianship and stage presence that brought the ‘chicks’ here got the spotlight.

Dayton’s Able Danger bested 74 other bands with female members in a state wide contest with six finalists in a vote based contest on Facebook to earn the opening spot in Columbus that evening. They’re a very young group, together for only four months, but they make up for their hatchling status with a collective four year history in the Dayton scene in other bands. With former moniker Hereafter, guitarist Chris Stewart joined Jason Winner and Ben Willis with blonde mouthpiece Nikki Luttrell to form the progressive rock sound of AD. Look for their debut in April.

They start with Chaos, a dark, ambiance tune with cranky, growling monster in the closet guitars adding Luttrell’s classic keyboard notes and emotional, melancholy and somewhat creepy vocals sporting the inherited talents of mom and dad. Think the dark side of Roxette and a classical gothic Sheryl Crow. Stewart, a guitarist since age five, comes from a musical family. There’s a certain amount of pain and sorrow in Luttrell’s voice which she blends beautifully with power and emotional confidence.

New York’s Cilver, formally Me Talk Pretty, starts the tour with songs from their just released debut EP featuring In My Head with an appearance by GNR guitarist Bumblefoot. Lyrically it’s a sarcastic, hard-driving satirical look at fame and fortune and feeling the pressure for success. Loud voiced leather clad and tasseled singer, Romanian born Uliana Preotu took over the stage with rasp and attitude. Shimmying out of her jacket into blacker attire, she’s reminiscent of Flo with a more ‘progressive’ harder edge. The crowd claps along feeling the bass thump in their hearts. They have some of the glitter, dirt and grime that Guns n Roses made shine in their early years, and they’re taking their gutter dreams to the penthouse.

Started in Phoenix in 2003 by the Rodriguez sisters (Alexia on vocals, guitar and Anissa on bass), Eyes Set to Kill have been on the cover of USA Today as one of Alternative Press Magazine’s “100 Bands You Need To Know.” Through numerous member changes, their debut EP sold 11,000 units. Their first full length, Reach in 2008, hit No. 29 on Billboards Heatseakers chart and No. 77 on Billboards Independent Music charts. The World Outside came in 2009 along with an acoustic EP by Alexia, then Broken Frames in 2010. Alexia also released her first solo record Underground Sounds. They released White Lotus in 2011 in a joint venture with Maphia Entertainment on their own label Forsee Records; then signed with Century Media Records in 2012 currently supporting Masks.

They blast open the metal doors pounding the stage with feminine aggression and sound opening with the creepy baby-doll coo of Masks into the thud pummeler Killing in Your Name. Playing the Alrosa a few years back, Anissa plays chug bass bouncer Where I Want to Be. Alexia’s vocals are powerful, soulful with a nice amount of aggression and high peaks, an addictive mix of Crucified Barbara, Drain STH and Lita Ford.

Masks’ title comes from the number they had to wear to impress different people and after so many changes they’ve finally found their face, without the masks. Haze and another new tune Little Liar deals with doing bad shit and karma, it always comes back around. Alexia’s delivery and performance shows there’s some bubblegum in the bad girl. They end, infecting us all with the horror of Silent Hill.

Milan’s Lacuna Coil come to us with some Dark Adrenaline and Trip the Darkness with the crowd eager to oblige Cristina’s singing, come to me and follow me, follow me. Our second helping of dark energy comes to Kill the Light inside of us. Cristina Scabbia, dressed in bad fairly-tale stepmother black, twirled, dancing the stage, engaging the masses acting out each song with an enticing grim smile and her own touch of evil evanescence.  She seduced all with her enticing aura and piercing gilded glance. Lacuna’s male voice, Andrea Ferro, equally plays the mysterious warlock spellbinder.

Scabbia, a professional singer since 1991, is a lyricist and the feminine voice of reason and advice in Revolver Magazine. She’s been featured on Megadeth’s A Tout le Monde and Apocalyptica’s S.O.S. (Anything But Love) and an alternate version of Alter Bridge’s Watch Over You. Known for her dark haunting image and range, her highest note ever hit is said to be an A7. Scabbia performed a duet with Linea 77’s former singer Emiliano Audisio on the track “Beautiful Lie” for the soundtrack of the 2013 Italian film Passione Sinistra. She’s recorded seven records and two EP’s with LC.

We’re intoxicated in their presence. Whatever the Karmacode might be, we’re happy with our Fragments of Faith. Scabbia continues her interaction as our beloved wicked queen offers the musical poisoned apple to devour. The first new track from Broken Crown Halo, Die & Rise tells us to do so with no regrets. Shiny gothic power continues to flow into tomorrow if it comes. We’re Spellbound with a taste of the Shallow Life.  They’re living the dark side Upside Down and laughing at their disaster. We get hallo’ed again with Nothing Stands in our Way, a message to go after your dreams no matter what. They end giving everyone good karma from theirs to Our Truth.

Not all Aussies are sick puppies but fortunately for us, we get three that are. The Sick Puppies open with Die to Save You off the new CD. Half-way through we’re introduced to the angelic vocals of bassist/co-founder Emma Anzai. “You ready for this rock n roll show?” yells Shimon Moore. We’re all just walking Cancer, dressed up as life, searching for disaster, says their sophomore chapter of tunes. There’s no Going Back cause the past is in the past and it doesn’t last. Leave the memories behind like a desert illusion. The devil’s up to his old tricks already, and we’re only four songs in. He’s definitely an Odd One and Tri-Polar at that, adding a bit of rage to his pocket full of shells. Everyone’s got their own personal Riptide to ride and the water’s turbulent but fine. The next song went out to all the people back home from the teachers to the other kids that disrespected them and said they couldn’t do it. Now they send those people pics and texts of them rocking around the world. Welcome to My World, my beautiful nightmare and personal hell, they’re always Dressed Up as Life.

From the devil, to a darkened life we get an uplifting tale of the road to a new life on Maybe. Your Pitiful life’s worth more than an overdose because you think Nothing Really Matters.  Welcome to the Real World as Anzai the ‘Female Flea’ slaps and chisels the bass out of her onstage dance partner both in performance and her funky solo. Drummer Mark Goodwin also gets to shine on the sticks. It’s time for War as Moore instructed the crowd to put hands on the person in front of you, friend or stranger and start the biggest bounce pit in Columbus history. Jump up and down like you just got electrocuted by Blanka. From the mean streets of the fighting pits to the dusty old west, you never bring a knife to a Gunfight, you’ll lose! When they’re not shooting off or standing in front of tanks, they’re fighting or playing with Foo. ‘You have exactly 3 ½ minutes to go absolutely crazy in the pit.’ They end with their battle cry and You’re Going Down!

Images courtesy of Samantha Stewart Photography

On Saturday February 7^th, the second annual benefit fundraiser raising awareness for children with Autism and Tourette Syndrome was held at Alrosa Villa in association with the Make It Fit Foundation and the Iron Brothers of Ohio. Last year’s inaugural show featured Loboz, Fat Dog and Jasmine Cain. This year the sultry, bass-hammering songstress returned continuing the party where she left off last time, stage diving and all.

Event organizer and Make It Fit founder Mike Hoover has made Autism awareness/research his mission, working tirelessly with local businesses, charities and musical talent to raise money for research with events like the Ohio Ride for Autism and the 2^nd annual Make It Fit fundraiser party with reigning 3-time Mr. Olympia/2013 Arnold Europe Champion Phil ‘The Gift’ Heath February 28^th at Encore Columbus. Iron Brothers of Ohio, with special assistance from Jon Clevenger, once again worked hard sponsoring the event and raising awareness for both the show and the causes to make the event a success. Beckner’s Costume Cycles, QFM 96, CA Harley Davidson, Thunder Roads Magazine, Quaker Steak & Lube of Columbus, Boyd’s Tire & Service Centers also stepped up again this year sponsoring the event. QFM’s Sue Leighton MC’d the evening along with Hoover.

This year Columbus southern rock charmers The Phillip Fox band and Dayton’s blues maestro Scotty Bratcher warmed up the crowd for the sweet Jasmine.  The Columbus country-fried rock started Phillip Fox style with a bit of country, a bit of rock n roll and a lot of good ole boy southern comfort. They start with the Allman Brothers tale of woe, romancing the wrong lady, ending up on the Whipping Post. They play their first original from the Motor City Blood EP, Goin’ Out With You, a bar romping, beer clanking good time tune about spending time with that special lady that warms a country boy’s heart. They rock the depression and loss right out of the old-school genre. Thanks to Kip Moore, we can make tonight legendary and do anything we want honey, because we got some Beer Money. We take a ride with The Cars and that girl that keeps us up all night. We fly with The Eagles in the Fast Lane. Next stop’s Strait to the Heartland with a swampy slide guitar intro into a country stomp as old grandpa spins photographic tales of a hard long-life well-lived In Color. We take a ghostly night journey through thunderous clouds with the man in black; time to change your ways, there’s no reason to chase the devil today. Telling life stories on the guitar strings with rainmaker drums and bass galloping through the sky stretched desert.

Now a tune from the greatest movie ever made (someone yelled Goonies), going Eastbound and Down with Burt, Jackie, Sally and Jerry. We’re taking the southbound train to Georgia with Marshall Tucker and getting away from that damn woman. The Alrosa floor ‘pit’ had some different kind of dancing that night, with some swagger and style. Next is the title track to Motor City Blood cause family’s hands and roots are bled and bred in Detroit. The big ole stand-up bass got pulled out on I’d Be Runnin’ Too.  They answer the call of the south and the Simple Man and play some Skynyrd (without being asked). Ozzy sang it; Sam Kinison made her reputation worse and Mountain created her story, now it was time for Phillip to sing her tune. We get one more original Just One Step Behind, also getting originals We All Lose Somethin’, Been Workin’ and I Ain’t Angry all slated for upcoming release.  Influenced by Blackberry Smoke and CCR they’ve been together for three years releasing their debut EP Motor City Blood in 2012 and plan to have a full length CD out this year. With 175 shows last year, they plan on continuing their road dog ways.  They have a foxy lady blues sound with a Skynyrd meets Hank Williams country rock done flannel style, with bassist Jonathan Kampfe being the sharp dressed man of the bunch. Fox having a unique vocal range sounding a combination of ZZ Top, Gavin Rossdale, Chad Kroeger and John Melloncamp. They’re a Charlie Daniels spiked cocktail, boot stompin, hot rockin country mess of good sound.

Scotty Bratcher shreds playing the blues with Van Halen force and precession with video-game like soloing. Stevie Ray Vaughan meets Bach on guitar with hypnotizing sound and flair. He plays a hard-edged style, with a little 80’s sheen and some Clapton and Eric Jerardi for good taste. He brings out the attitude, anger and fury of the instrument setting notes and frets on fire. What guitars can’t say on their own, he spells out with fingers. Using the slide to paint a musical picture making it a fire breathing machine, multiple conversation piece or one moody bitch. Leaving no inch of the neck untouched, bringing out the most complex emotions from a gentle touch to full-finger petting. Bratcher’s a blues version of Angus Young playing the blues partner to Eruption.

We get Rollin’ with some original tunes then get backwoods dreaming with roadhouse rocker Back Home to You. Watch out, Bratcher plays a mean Cold Blooded Killer guitar with bad intentions, though he makes it sound so alluring. We get caught playing ‘teacher’ with that little school girl thanks to Jonny Lang. We go old-school vintage with guns blazing playing the 32-30 Blues with Robert Johnson. We get the Funk out 49 different ways with the James Gang and lay our money down for Zeppelin, living and loving. Then the eight minute blues rock feast of Ready for Rain. They pay homage to the great Muddy Waters as the King Bee.  We’ve got one more silver dollar for the Allman Brothers and the Midnight Rider.

Bratcher then played with his wah-wah pedal tuning up the headband wearing wizard’s guitar to play homage to the master with some Voodoo Chile.  Playing guitar since age 2, he’s developed an incredible, aged sound ‘taking notes’ from some of the all-time greats.  He got his first live music experience at 11 and in 2000 entered the National Jam With Kenny Wayne Shepherd Contest in which KWS’s new single at the time was downloaded and contestants made up the lead solo. Out of 1,200 entries, Scotty received 1^st runner up.  He’s opened for Ted Nugent, Blue Oyster Cult, Chris Duarte, Foghat, 38 Special, Styx, Peter Frampton, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Lou Graham and many more. He’s also an accomplished multi-genre studio musician recording with blues, rock, country, gospel, funk and metal artists. Since 2007 he’s played with Kenny Wayne Shepherd singer Noah Hunt as guitarist and second vocalist of The 420 All-Stars. In 2013, the album “All and Nothing More” was released featuring new original songs and a few covers featuring legendary Southern rocker Jimmy Hall. After the release, Mr. Hall contacted Scotty about starting a side project together, adding yet another set of opportunities to see Scotty do his thing. 

The road gypsy herself Jasmine Cain just made it from a show in Cincinnati, throttling herself into a Paranoid state of mind. She made her presence known the red hair blazing, gothic muse raising hell, dressed to kill like Stevie Nicks in fishnet delight. We get buried in with the Man in a Box. Jasmine thanked Mike Hoover and Jon Clevenger for all their hard work for tonight. All their Dirty Deeds didn’t go unnoticed as Jasmine puts some raspy Angela Gossow vocals on the tune originally sung by Bon Scott then Brian Johnson. The drinks were flowing but we had the right tool to stay Sober. They played the night’s first JC original the Sons of Anarchy themed Highway Prophet. We take a trip to late eighties LA and the rough streets of Hollywood, Welcome to the Jungle baby. Jasmine doesn’t take time out to drink, she drinks during the song. A Molotov cocktail with a match to go, Jasmine plays her bass with style. For all the lovely ladies in the house we got crazy bitches everywhere. We hop aboard Jasmine’s Crazy Train off through the blizzard of Columbus on the way to Ozz. We get another dose of firearms and flowers, It’s So Easy, when everyone’s trying to please Jasmine. With a feminine smile and snarl The Symphony of Destruction begins.

A word of on-stage advice, tequilas bad for you, whiskies worse, we get Thunderkissed down Highway 65 and get the Zombie’s curse. The Sandman enters the room as the light exited hours ago, drowning the crowd in a pool of war, liars and dragon’s fire and the things that bite. We finish with Filter, raising glasses and giving new meaning to ‘hey man, nice shot’. Cain promises a killer stage dive driven by rage, finishing with Killing in the Name of.

Jasmine jams with newest member, self-taught guitarist Mickey Bradam, a multi-styled player, teacher and studio musician. She’s come a long way since playing the Full Throttle Saloon in 2000, releasing her debut album The Inside and title track video in 2004. Videos for Sweet Euphoria and Help Me were released in ’05. Headlines Easyrider shows three years in a row starting in ’07, then released Locks & Keys in ’08 and Highway Prophet in 2011 winning Female Rock Vocalist of the year award at the first annual Music City Mayhem Awards.  www.jasminecain.com

The Make It Fit foundation has spearheaded attention for Autism awareness since November 2011.  Working with professional athletes from MMA, football and baseball and also appearing at the Arnold Classic and Mr. Olympia 2011 and 2012. They’ve donated to numerous charities including Autism Speaks, The Autism Society of Ohio, Cookies for Ipads, Recreation Unlimited, Oakstone Academy and several more. They’ve also partnered with the owners of White Castle who donated 10 million dollars to further Autism research and also donated to Ohio State University and Nationwide Children’s Hospital in a joint venture called The Ingram Autism Research Center. Make It Fit also donated to The Ingram Center and the Tourette Syndrome Society of Ohio. The Alrosa Villa hopes to make Amplified Awareness an annual event.

Autism is described as a neural disorder affecting mental, emotional development resulting in impaired social interaction, communication and repetitive behavior. It is one of three disorders in the autism spectrum (ASDs) the other’s being Asperger Syndrome which lacks delays in cognitive/linguistic development but greatly affects social behavior. Pervasive developmental disorder-not otherwise specified (PDD-NOS) is diagnosed when the whole set of criteria for the other two aren’t met. Autism has a strong genetic base and signs are noticed within the first two years of life. Hollywood has featured characters with autistic characters including Rain Man, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, Bless the Child and Mercury Rising and TV’s Parenthood, Grey’s Anatomy, House, Law &Order Criminal Minds, The Shield and most recently Touch.

Tourette Syndrome is an inherited mental disorder triggered in childhood characterized by multiple physical (motor) and vocal (phonic) tics that come and go and can be temporary suppressed occurring from an oncoming pre-urge. TS is defined as a tic disorder which are sudden, repetitive, body movements, sounds and vocalizations which include sniffing, blinking, facial movements, body jerks and spasms. Audio tics include making noises, involuntary cussing, swearing and other derogatory language, though the tics generally subside with age. TV shows featuring TS characters include Curb Your Enthusiasm and The Sopranos with documentaries Twitch and Shout, Magic Camp and the film short Harvie Krumpet. The 2008 TV movie Front of the Class is based on the real life story of TS diagnosed Brad Cohen who became a gifted teacher. Depending on your sense of humor TS has also been lampooned in Deuce Bigalow and mentioned in The Wedding Singer. May 15-June 15 is national TS awareness month.

Images by Samantha Stewart Photography 

On Jan 12, ¾’s of the 2014 Hellpop II tour came to Bogart’s in Cincinnati. Due to strep throat taking her voice with a high fever, Maria Brink was unable to perform. However the rest of the twisted circus showed up and gave fans a loud, rowdy show that brought many screaming, thrashing bodies over the crowd barrier eager to say hi.

From LA comes Before the Mourning, a new dawn for heavy music injected with young blood and passion. Three guys and one hot iron maiden came to play for the early evening pit ready crowd. The sweat, saliva, testosterone and estrogen flew as they christened their first stop at Bogarts with a definite Need to Bleed out. Clean melodic yelled vocals by Adam Ryan started the adrenaline opener sweeping over intense opening guitar interplay with pulsing bass and slamming drums. The industrial steam pump beginning of Grim went on a roller coaster ride of impassioned tortured vocals with a violent frantic guitar sound playing up and down your neck like a human fret-board.  Slipping through the icy-cold clutches of darkness into mental oblivion. We got a very short break from the nerve wracking mental catacombs with the twangy guitar build of Damned & Forsaken only to be hit by thick Meshuggah riffs. ‘We’re all angels and demons, who’ve lost all feeling,’ the message screamed from the broken heavens as we fall earthbound lying face down slammed in the dirt to wither. By our deeds, not everyone has the right to live but we all have The Right to Die. Someone will be there to bury you. No worries, the light brings loud angels with screaming guitars that will carry you skyward or drop you south. Their sound is as catchy as it is deadly with modern day thrash and infectious melodies. They’re a dangerously delicious taste of deadly absinthe. They finish opening the floor for The Abyss proving humans can throw down just as hard as demons. Before the Mourning is a reminder to celebrate and honor the life of those we lay to rest.

LA’s monstrous mythological contribution of not yet but someday legendary status, All Hail the Yeti turned the stage into the Sawyer/Hewitt family game room, spread with time-weathered skulls, bones, animalized upholstery and some tenderized taxidermy. Either they shop at the international house of bones or trap and kill their stage props before the tour. It’s a coonskin, gator bait grim reaper starring center stage in the bull-headed bazaar, draped and dapper with tribal feathers and fishnet. The Loch Ness was probably hidden somewhere in this wild-west nightmare sipping on dehydration and dust.

They open by taking us on a trip down to the Deep Creek in Big Bear where special chemicals and pollutants mix to create the Alice in Chains version of Creedence Clearwater spiked with some BLS swamp water. The flannel-soaked whisky’s flowing When the Sky Falls, shooting bullets at the moon as sky-bound vermin fall in the fire. We get hot and heavy in the dark Suicide Woods, screaming through the trees in search of the wildebeest. Fee fi fo fum, it smells the blood of everyone.  We’re held by impaled burning wood scorched by flame as After the Great Fire graphically tells the haunting tale. The spirits and souls of charred victims young and old cry through the guitars searing notes: I am the devil in the smoke, I am the ghost. After the fire we get three minutes of drowning intensive Bloodguilt. It was time to move the f’n place around. The dirty, fighting, bullet flying old west comes to modern day Cincinnati on The Art of Mourning. Campfire harmonicas fire up a blaze of sound as bodies sway in the fragile wind, tried running from the angel of death, roped, drawn and quartered by noon, wife, victim of outlaw rape and shot, gone and buried too soon. Revenge is sought, the cross will lead you.  Blood spilt for blood; the crow’s eyes see all. Walk with her in spirit to heavens call. Turning their backs on their Hollywood home and better for it, they’re a nasty, smelly boogie man campfire tale come to life. AHTY is the 2006 brain child of singer, tattoo artist Connor Garritty and guitarist K.J. Duval.  Quickly earning a reputation of stalking their audience with a dead in the eye stare, their shows have left behind a metal hunter’s stake of human remains, oddities, parts and limbs lying about. With savage guitars riffs and dark melodious melodies AHTY is what you’d listen to, blocking out the pain trying to escape out of a bear trap.

From Memphis and the remains of Egypt Central, Devour the Day start out with a Joey Chicago bass funkin, air hammering, sheet-metal sparks flying beat with jamming guitars of Get Out of My Way or be trampled.  It’s electric dance floor destruction at its schizophrenic best. You and Not Me cries for salvation that can’t be seen through another’s eyes. Handshakes to Fistfights comes in looking for trouble, road weary from death’s hand in back-street Memphis. They’ve risen and fallen, too late to turn back now, no point in relapsing to rehab, time to evolve. Ft. Wayne drove them crazy, infatuation isn’t love. Respect… must be earned, and you don’t deserve it. Run away, like a little bitch, you’re not worth it. Their classical piano keyed rock anthem Oath is a promise of a homeward bound to that special someone. Time for a Blackout, everybody freak out, the sign of the times is here. It’s a catchy, bouncy hard rock sing-along. The ‘closer’ opening beat of Move On has infectious techno-pop effects carried by strong emotional vocals and punctuated bass slides. Blake Allison pulls a strong vocal ‘tool’ out on Good Man trying to cast the demons out with the light. New CD Time & Pressure is available at www.devourtheday.com.

The Butcher Babies‘ massacre began when three guys and two loud and proud women teamed their admiration of Marilyn Manson, Slipknot, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Cannibal Corpse, Joan Jett and Gwen Stefani (yep) into their version of musical butchery. Their style is also heavily influenced by iconic grindhouse horror classic The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the modern day malicious theater of House of 1000 Corpses and The Devils Rejects.  However the person holding the most influence, watching from the metal heavens above, is the queen of early 80’s punk, metal and shock, The Plasmatic’s Wendy O’Williams. Her bad ass, don’t give a s—t what people thought attitude resonated with the band not only influencing their on stage attitude but for the first several years Heidi Shepherd and Carla Harvey’s stage attire consisted of black nipple tape in tribute to Williams persona. What young, impressionable youths wouldn’t be impacted by a crazy mohawk sporting chick driving a school bus into a wall of TVs in the desert? They also took their pluralized name from the Plasmatic song Butcher Baby and gained early attention via YouTube for a performance of F—–g Hostile. They’ve recently retired the tape for more fully dressed metal garb stating that they’ve paid respect and now it’s time to evolve. They self-released their first EP in 2011 and a comic book at Comic Con by Harvey, who’s also a novelist and licensed funeral director and embalmer.

Their show is a wild, vicious display of power with decibel shredding double vocals, pulverizing guitar, bass, drums and hot female aggression. In January 2012, they released Mr. Slowdeath and in May premiered the video from their EP, signing with Century Media in November and embarking on a two month tour with Marilyn Manson. Days later they began recording Goliath, releasing the I Smell a Massacre single in June. Goliath was released in July, touring the Rockstar Energy Drink Mayhem Festival Jagermeister stage in support. Touring continued with Danzig, Texas Hippie Coalition and A Pale Horse Named Death.  The album is a story about the forsaken, shunned by society, festering in the underground, transforming into the Goliath in a world where the more heinous the act, the greater your legend becomes. Thematic songs about the demons around us and trauma suppressed memories that still scream in our sleep. The alluring demonic hell-bred combination of two beautiful voices singing and screaming out ravaged throat-tearing angst counter balancing hope and rage in the same cage with intense brutality.

The blood red illuminated curtain opens, the crowd stands ready for pit-stance.  The smell of bloodshed fills the room with Heidi’s impassioned emerald-ended blonde warrior scream. The massacre’s back here again from a year ago, as the audible mauling begins with the opening throat slit riffs of Henry Flury. The beast inside comes out at night. Two predatory animalistic voices ready to drive insanity into your brain. We see the dark side of the mirror; if these broken glass feelings won’t cut you with frenetic speed, the Butcher Babies will. We feel Harvey’s agony with these feelings of remorse, it’s gonna be a long ride.  Shepherd’s high peaked shredding shrieks prove it’s amazing the stuff you do and the sh- you f- up when you’re In Denial. Brunette song siren Harvey lays down the hypnotizing strong melody as the perpetual movement continues. They’re plasmatic princesses of battle-torn burlesque in a Mad Max world.

Heidi and Carla, much to the chagrin of front stage security invite everyone in the back to ‘find a way’ to the front. Going back to the Butcher Babies EP and a visit from Dr. Feelgood himself, Mr. Slowdeath, as no less than 20 ‘surfers’ did the climb of life during the, hungry for more guitar/bass riffs, making their human-handed way towards the stage within arm’s reach during blood-drenched, emotionally scarred words. The babes and babies called for that one ugly word with fists in the air, screeching like a tortured soul with unanimous headbanging. It was a leather and lace request/order with boot-licking loud good taste from the crooning voice of a hell’s angel on aged whisky. They wanted the biggest Bogart‘s circle pit ever as they enraptured everyone in full Hi-Def sledge-thudding, secret candle lit meeting Deathsurround sound.  Let’s hear you scream Cincinnati! This city of angel’s creeps down the alleys of disease, destroying your innocence, passion and dreams, turned into a different person by drugs, booze and sleaze. Every town has a Magnolia Blvd. The babies get ready to end the show with an old-school Axe Wound to the damaged ear and soul. The crowd falls into the enchanted banshee delivered curse as Heidi, Carla and Henry each take to the railing, standing tall, surveying all who lingered.

They bow, exiting as the house lights come on. But…wait, an attendant ran on stage flashing the index finger. We get one more song.  Like a shot call in a riot, or moshpit, we get chemically compounded by octane with C8H18 as the Gasoline flows.

(Due to severe illness Maria Brink and In This Moment were unable to perform on Sunday January 12 at Bogart’s. The show was made free, and Before the Mourning, All Hail the Yeti, Devour the Day and Butcher Babies performed as scheduled. In This Moment rescheduled for February 3rd with tickets honored.)