Flush It Friday: Pink Is My Favourite Colour
That’s disgusting, Lippy La Rue.
This’ll be a shorter-than-usual FIF as I have somehow overbooked myself on a Friday morning of all things. I saw Boris and Agriculture last night in Hell at the Masquerade. Oddly, the show sold out. I say “oddly,” because out of the many times I’ve attended Boris shows, I’ve never known them to sell out. Such is the power of Pink, the band’s 2005 breakout. Opening with “Blackout” and encoring with a psychedelically raucous rendition of “Feedbacker,” Boris played most of Pink while sprinkling in tracks from Akuma No Uta and The Thing Which Solomon Overlooked. One helluva set. A set that is almost hard to appreciate in real time but is astonishing in retrospect. The band, too, seemed genuinely touched by the response. I’ve never heard Wata say so many words to the audience!
If Boris’s achievement last night could be better understood after having time to breathe and collect oneself, this was not true of Agriculture’s set. These total fucking weirdos playing whatever is “ecstatic black metal” were, befitting the very idea of the “ecstatic,” rapturous, joyful, frenetic, and seized by a palpable intensity of emotion. They are a band meeting their moment, and what a beautiful thing that is to behold. I don’t have to explain black metal to y’all—mostly because I can’t, really—nor do I have to explain The Spiritual Sound and how often it’s going to land on year-end lists. Leah’s vocals were an unbridled force, Dan’s singing a kind of quavering and quaking raw emotionality, and the band as tight and cohesive as could be. When the set ended, all I could think was, “Any time I’m not listening to Spiritual Sound is a mistake.”
It was lovely to see fellow Toileteer Eenzy at the show, though he spent a lot of his time in various lines. It was not lovely to spend $21 to park at the show. The price of merch is simply untenable. Punk rock is, somehow, making us poorer? I had some amazing dinner before the show, though, when someone else was waiting in line.
A couple final programming notes before we flush. Rite of Reflection, the new album from Incriminating Silence is out today. The listening party earlier in the week was a blast. “The Breaking” and the title track are serious fuckin’ business, y’all. Scoop it up. Finally, as we all probably know by now, Transcending Obscurity just set all their digital releases to NYP. (Pre-orders are $1.) Go pick up everything and pay money for it. I’ll be pre-ordering forthcoming releases from Dead and Dripping and Depravity, at the very least.
Oh, and, if you haven’t done so in a while, listen to Crippled Black Phoenix’s “Whissendine.” I’ve done so about 20 times this week. Always and forever my favourite CBP track.
AND I STILL WROTE DAMN NEAR 500 WORDS. LET’S FLUSH!
Stick’s TMP and Roldy’s TTT are always replete with righteous tunes. Good people with good taste.
Voided Grimace keeps things reasonable and plops 3.5 Flaming Toilets on the new Omnium Gatherum.
Review: Omnium Gatherum – May the Bridges We Burn Light the Way
365 Days of Horror is joined by Liz Layne on Toilet Radio 588 to discuss The Dungeonmaster. What’s this about Drab Majesty?!
I premiered a new track from long-timers Withering Soul. Righteous stuff!
Exclusive Track Premiere: Withering Soul‘s “Gallery of the End”
Aaron with another great review, this time looking at the new SunnO))) release. I’d give it at least another half-toilet.
Review: Sunn O))) – Eternity’s Pillars b/w Raise the Chalice & Reverential
Reliquary Tower went tag-diving for “Halloween” for reasons I can’t quite figure out and came up with a bunch of suitably odd stuff!
That dang ol’ RT did it again with this review of the latest from Chat Pile (ft. Hayden Pedigo).
That’s it! I have to go do work now! On a Friday! But I’m lucky to be able to do so. I hope you get all the candy and scary movies and fancy dress parties your hearts desire tonight. Drink some Type O Negative cold brew if you need a boost. Hugs and kisses, y’all.
