Artist: Skindance
Link:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Skindance/844078655636919
Skindance's guitarist/singer/frontman
John Dilday reminds me of The Melvins' Buzz Osborne, fully inhabiting
the duo's rhythmic interplay [of drums/guitar] as he moves, screams,
yells, and generally throws himself wherever the guitar's going. But
not unlike the girl-with-cigarette on his Dinosaur Jr. T-shirt, I'm
sure Dilday could give a fuck what he looks like.
The “rock first, rock always, live
and let die” ethos of the best live acts in the visceral rock
genres (grunge/punk/garage) was on full display. Check the chronology
of this particular Skindance show: Treat your guitar like the
punk-bitch it is, break a string. Pull out another guitar, grind it
against the amplifier, promptly break two more strings.
Then proceed to nail the blistering
vocals and feverish interplay of the recorded versions. In fact, if
Dilday and drummer Tony Panizzo were not separated at birth, I'd
argue their locked-in rhythms suggest they at least share the same
beer bong. High point of the night? A fan requested “FATS,” and
Skindance fired it up without hesitation, thrilling us all with
Dilday's bloody-raw vocal and that memorable riff.
Given his faculty with melodic verses,
Dilday bathed in the pretty stage lights could trick an unsuspecting
listener into resting comfortably ensconced in serenity. Word to the
wise: Snap the fuck out of it. It's just a prelude to power.
*** The author of this review, Shawn
Myers, plays the naqareh for the following band:
http://youtu.be/tMS73-1kCr8
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