Sweatstock 2013: World of Shit, Nunhex, Beastplague!

Photo by Alex Broadwell

Put another Sweatstock in the wrinkly, rain-faded books. The fourth installment of Sweat Records' anniversary party and Record Store Day celebration played out on three stages in Little Haiti.

But it's not just good times and dancing in the intermittent sun. It is also bleak, stomach-turning angst inside Churchill's, Miami's only concert venue to have athlete's foot, despite having neither any feet nor inclinations to athleticism. Bathroom-borne extremophiles and heavy music fans alike had much to rejoice in this Sweatstock, including a loud-as-fuck supergroup, some hairy punk and some menacing (and one-third shirtless) grindcore.

See also:
-Holly Hunt: "Without Churchill's and Sweat, It'd Be Nearly Impossible to Sustain a Scene"
-Sweatstock 2013 at Sweat Records:The 52-Photo Slideshow
-Sweatstock 2013: ANR, This Heart Electric, Testokra!
-Sweatstock 2013: Beatmachines and Otto Von Schirach!

Photo by Alex Broadwell
What's a Sweatock with some Shitdrizzles rain?

World of Shit:
It must be tough being a member of Shitstorm. You go to family reunions and field questions by the potato salad, like, "So, honey, how are things in the Shitdrizzles?" with a weary, "Gawd, it's Shitstorm, Aunt Lorraine! Shitstorm!"

And then you have your big Sweatstock show and afterward, fans come up and pump a fist as you're loading out your equipment. "World of Shit! World of Shit!" they shout. But that's not Shitstorm. World of Shit is the supergroup that combines Shitstorm with vituperative multi-instrumentalist Kenny Millions.

And even before World of Shit began playing, it was Kenny Millions drawing the crowd's affection. To their eager cries of "Fuck you, Kenny!," Millions (wearing scuba goggles) leisurely pointed at his groin instead of bothering to tune his guitar. When the performance began, Kenny alternated between freaking out on his saxophone and guitar, and pulling faces at the audience that would've had him dragged away from a playground in shackles. He also sang a bit, contributing bellowed lyrics such as, "Motherfucker!," "Fuck your mama!," and making mysterious requests for "your asshole!"

Of course, Shitstorm, aside from being a face-punching grindcore band in its own right, also shares half of its members with Torche. These are guys who know how to deliver punishing noise and, alongside Kenny Millions, they dished out an unrelenting torrent of bowel-rattling sound. For those who weren't close enough to the pounding, singer David Smith took one of his drummer brother Rick's cymbals into the crowd to smash. It was dark. It was angry. It was enough to make even the most ardent optimist believe that the world is half empty -- not half full -- of shit.

Location Info

Sweat Records

5505 NE Second Ave., Miami, FL

Category: Music

Churchill's Pub

5501 NE 2nd Ave., Miami, FL

Category: Music

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