Misfits, Graveyard Rockstars, Mercy Kills @ The Corner Hotel, Melbourne (17/01/2014)
Perhaps it was an omen that the sky split into storm after days of intense heat just as the Corner's doors opened for the Misfits. After all, cracking thunder was definitely a theme of the night as everyone was soon to find out.
The blaring post-punk of Mercy Kills engulfed the room. The apathetic half spoken vocals of Mark E and Jenn X fitted perfectly with shrieking guitar line. Though unfortunately, their set ends quite quickly, but those around watching they leave quite the impression based on the massive applause received.
After a quick break came on figures painted black, the members of the Graveyard Rockstars. The five of them took their places behind their instruments sans shirts and begun their set of horror inspired glam rock. Out of the night’s entertainment, they did appear to be the weakest segment, but still the crowd ate up the driving baselines and soaring, shirking vocals. Running ten mins overtime, they left the stage to a full Corner in love.
With nothing but a dim red light painting the stage, The Misfits took their places. This would be the single still moment during the night, for as soon as guitarist Dez Cadena punches out the opening chords to We Are 138 the floor becomes a flurry of black nailed fists and studded leather jackets. During the brief pause before Die Die, My Darling, the crowd before them are still writhing with excitement.
Despite being anchored to the side of stage, all eyes fall on bassist/vocalist Jerry Only. As Only bellows out songs from Danzig era Misfits however, there are a few unsatisfied faces in the room. But as soon as the roar of post reformation hits like Descending Angel strike, instantly their attention is torn back. Fists are thrown to the air as they scream along in perfect time with Only’s chant of "Point me to the sky above!"
Due to a twenty minute delay, the set suffered the loss of an encore. But with the energy the crowd has shown, it seems like the venue wouldn't be able to deal with the pressure. Most of the time the chant of the audience is easily confused with the bursting thunder outside. With a final clang of the crash, the Misfits fittingly send their fans off into the darkest part of the night.
Ben Spencer
The blaring post-punk of Mercy Kills engulfed the room. The apathetic half spoken vocals of Mark E and Jenn X fitted perfectly with shrieking guitar line. Though unfortunately, their set ends quite quickly, but those around watching they leave quite the impression based on the massive applause received.
After a quick break came on figures painted black, the members of the Graveyard Rockstars. The five of them took their places behind their instruments sans shirts and begun their set of horror inspired glam rock. Out of the night’s entertainment, they did appear to be the weakest segment, but still the crowd ate up the driving baselines and soaring, shirking vocals. Running ten mins overtime, they left the stage to a full Corner in love.
With nothing but a dim red light painting the stage, The Misfits took their places. This would be the single still moment during the night, for as soon as guitarist Dez Cadena punches out the opening chords to We Are 138 the floor becomes a flurry of black nailed fists and studded leather jackets. During the brief pause before Die Die, My Darling, the crowd before them are still writhing with excitement.
Despite being anchored to the side of stage, all eyes fall on bassist/vocalist Jerry Only. As Only bellows out songs from Danzig era Misfits however, there are a few unsatisfied faces in the room. But as soon as the roar of post reformation hits like Descending Angel strike, instantly their attention is torn back. Fists are thrown to the air as they scream along in perfect time with Only’s chant of "Point me to the sky above!"
Due to a twenty minute delay, the set suffered the loss of an encore. But with the energy the crowd has shown, it seems like the venue wouldn't be able to deal with the pressure. Most of the time the chant of the audience is easily confused with the bursting thunder outside. With a final clang of the crash, the Misfits fittingly send their fans off into the darkest part of the night.
Ben Spencer