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8/3/1997

EAR PLUGS
"Saturday night's alright for fighting
get a little action in."
Elton John
The Point hosted the Toenut CD release party Saturday. If you've paid attention to the local music news, you're painfully aware of the recent death of their bassist, but that seemed to have little impact on their performance, picking up Eric of #1 Family Mover as a replacement for the show. And it was a heck of a show - I'd forgotten I'd seen these guys eons ago until they took the stage. The female lead vocalist sounds like she wanted to sing opera but her voice didn't have the range and there wasn't any money in it anyway. Which is fine, I don't care for opera and this was far more energetic. Fast stuff with some sampling thrown in here and there, when the equipment was working, with random slides shown overhead coupled with slides of random sentences superimposed over them. Such as an old guy on a subway with the words "They're at the altar now." over it. Overall, it made for a kind of hard arty geek rock. Or maybe geeky hard art rock. Or maybe... You get the idea. Fun to watch but I'm not sure it'll stand up on it's own in just the CD form.
The Quadrajets opened, having driven back overnight from Sleazefest, to a less-than-packed crowd. As always, they didn't seem to notice and were instantly possessed by the music they do so well. Unfortunately, the sound guy didn't do so well as the vocals were barely audible over the screaming rage of their three amazing guitars. Three punks tried to get a mosh pit going, to no avail, and soon gave up so the few brave audience members to inch a bit closer to the stage. Really fun to watch and I'm damn sure it stands on it's own in CD form!


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