Counter Review: Mausoleum in a Warehouse Last Night
by: eric.
I too was at the concert, in fact I got there first, and also felt that Erin seemed too old. My big hang up was an actual quantifiable thing: I was too big. I couldn’t make it through the crowd. Any pursuit of my smaller companions resulted in just vile looks from most other people. And so I had to circumscribe the edge of the room (where the weirdos hung out) often getting stuck in small pockets of the room. Yes it was very crowded but that meant more people got to enjoy the music. I can see how smoking indoors could be seen as insensitive to someone not smoking indoors, a category I was included in, but I thought it was fairly bad ass, especially in this hyper smoke sensitive culture (for instance I find industrial cleaning solutions to be much more offensive to my olfactory conductors.)
Erin describes the rest of the audience (in her sense “the others) to be goth/trance/industrial which was way off in my approximation. They seemed to me to be your regular concerned hip people. And not everyone was wearing black, myself and charlie for instance were wearing turtlenecks. I will agree that people who stood together did dress alike (again the turtlenecks) but that isn’t that bizarre and I even found it a bit charming.
I also feel the need to point out that this was a concert (or a show or whatever you prefer to call it) and so bands did play. I saw three but can’t remember any of their names except for Mausoleum, which is a shame because I really didn’t enjoy them. They had no soul. Honestly the other bands didn’t appear to have soul as their music seemed to necessitate a certain coldness (synthesizers are incredible instruments but can be degrees farther away from empathy as your acoustic guitar) yet there was a passion, even if it was a bit stony faced. And this passion led to some excellent songwriting and performance (full discretion: the two bands I liked contained friendly faces- shout out to my boy Eric J!). Mausoleum were more shoe-gazing, but shoe gazing because they thought their shoes were very nice and fashionable (which, come to think of it, seemed to be their assessment of their music as well), ya-know?
Overall I enjoyed myself. My only real complaint was that, with this crowd, a fight should have broken out for an authentic punk rock aesthetic experience. You can’t win them all. Finally, I have never seen Skins. Teenage sexuality makes me uncomfortable in the same way certain science-fiction does.
(7 Shiny Red Lips out of a total of 11 Lips)
I too was at the concert, in fact I got there first, and also felt that Erin seemed too old. My big hang up was an actual quantifiable thing: I was too big. I couldn’t make it through the crowd. Any pursuit of my smaller companions resulted in just vile looks from most other people. And so I had to circumscribe the edge of the room (where the weirdos hung out) often getting stuck in small pockets of the room. Yes it was very crowded but that meant more people got to enjoy the music. I can see how smoking indoors could be seen as insensitive to someone not smoking indoors, a category I was included in, but I thought it was fairly bad ass, especially in this hyper smoke sensitive culture (for instance I find industrial cleaning solutions to be much more offensive to my olfactory conductors.)
Erin describes the rest of the audience (in her sense “the others) to be goth/trance/industrial which was way off in my approximation. They seemed to me to be your regular concerned hip people. And not everyone was wearing black, myself and charlie for instance were wearing turtlenecks. I will agree that people who stood together did dress alike (again the turtlenecks) but that isn’t that bizarre and I even found it a bit charming.
I also feel the need to point out that this was a concert (or a show or whatever you prefer to call it) and so bands did play. I saw three but can’t remember any of their names except for Mausoleum, which is a shame because I really didn’t enjoy them. They had no soul. Honestly the other bands didn’t appear to have soul as their music seemed to necessitate a certain coldness (synthesizers are incredible instruments but can be degrees farther away from empathy as your acoustic guitar) yet there was a passion, even if it was a bit stony faced. And this passion led to some excellent songwriting and performance (full discretion: the two bands I liked contained friendly faces- shout out to my boy Eric J!). Mausoleum were more shoe-gazing, but shoe gazing because they thought their shoes were very nice and fashionable (which, come to think of it, seemed to be their assessment of their music as well), ya-know?
Overall I enjoyed myself. My only real complaint was that, with this crowd, a fight should have broken out for an authentic punk rock aesthetic experience. You can’t win them all. Finally, I have never seen Skins. Teenage sexuality makes me uncomfortable in the same way certain science-fiction does.
(7 Shiny Red Lips out of a total of 11 Lips)
