Holly Hunt's Year One Release Show With Torche at Churchill's Pub, December 14
|Image by Bleeding Palm|
|Holly Hunt's Beatriz Monteavaro|
Better Than: Any episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation that didn't have to do with a spaceship battle or a malfunctioning holodeck.
Over the weekend, Miami was given a sub-sonic sludge enema that it won't soon forget, courtesy of Miami's two favorite purveyors of low -- Holly Hunt and Torche -- at Churchill's Pub.
-Holly Hunt on Earth: "We Wouldn't Be Playing What We're Playing Without Them"
-Holly Hunt's Gavin Perry Talk Guitars, Jim Morrison, and Speaking in Tongues
-Holly Hunt Releases Year One: "Our Sound, If It Wasn't Blowing Out Your Eardrums"
Of course, the most appropriate locale was Sir Winston's, the only pub built to withstand this kind of heft, in a neighborhood already inundated with enough loud and weird shit of its own to not be particularly concerned with what odd noises/crowds amass at 3 a.m. down the block.
The show served as a release party for Holly Hunt's debut full length, Year One, which was recorded by Torche bassist, Jonathan Nunez, and Torche's seven-inch Harmonslaught.
The Tunnel, yet another South Florida duo, kicked things off with a serious bang while the crowd desperately tried to find a way to describe their sound. We overheard "Pentagram meets Melvins," which is actually pretty accurate. But we're going to go with Black Sabbath meets Rush.
From outside the bar, it sounded like five people were on stage. But there were only two men -- known only as "Billie" and "Arturo" -- weaving together layered parts and off-kilter rhythms. Billie's multitasking prowess was simply mind-boggling: he played intricate guitar parts (expanded with harmonizing effects) while holding down the low end via a Moog bass pedal set and singing counter melodies. Impressive to the uninitiated, completely astounding to any other musician who's attempted even two of those three at once. Arturo was no slouch himself, consistently bolstering the songs and catching the room in a full-blown head-bob. The set was a fantastic blast of progressive doom metal made by a band you really ought to keep an eye on.
Following the Tunnel's intricacy was a quick jaunt through a set of Post Teens' breakneck punk attack. After about four songs, a lone stage diver found his way onto the heads of audience members, catalyzing a mayhem that didn't subside until the music ended. As the Torche/Shitstorm drummer smashed his cartoonishly huge red drums, the rest of the band collapsed over their instruments while people launched from the stage, latched onto the speakers suspended from the ceiling, and stepped on the heads of friends and strangers. If we had to choose between Post Teens' set on Friday and OFF!'s performance at Grand Central a few months ago, we would gladly take having our heads walked on by Post Teens fans over having our ears chewed off by Keith Morris.
Giving the audience little time to recover, Holly Hunt took the stage. The band's live show sounds like what you might hear if you could listen to a conversation between planets or the grinding of tectonic plates. Guitarist Gavin Perry and drummer Beatriz Monteavaro faced each other and started the trudge through tracks from Year One. If you didn't think it was possibly to stage dive to a band like Holly Hunt, you are mistaken. As Monteavaro wore her trademark "drummers-grin," men and women launched from around the pub, moshed a bit, and were altogether consumed by the band's music.