The loud, nasty, skid row screech and smile of New Jersey’s green and black attack came to Dayton Saturday September 29 headlining The Metal Alliance Tour, Overkill, the band that claimed the sewer home, years before Pennywise. The 20-date run featured New Orleans sludge lords Crowbar as well as speed demon thrash heads Havok, Black Fast and Individia.
Dayton got four of the five with the venue cloaked in a skullkrushing green haze. A/C poured from the vents preparing for the familiar fragrance of the pit. Nothing is more foul or metal than stinky-hot drunk, drenched and dedicated moshers treating the floor like a back-alley slobber-knocker. You could even imagine Chaly flying around like a bat-skulled drone keeping the carnage going.
The night began with Missouri’s Black Fast, screaming from the abyss with music evoking the darkness that lay hidden waiting within. The ceremony began, haunting the chapel with Haunted Vigil. Candles rumbled to the ground as drums and guitars quaked out entities from a different dimension. Doors and portals were opened with devilish intent To Propagate the Void inviting nether spirits and souls to possess their hands and throat. Black metal, party flavored chugger I Conspire conjured up wrongful things you couldn’t unhear. With an EP and full length out the foursome is quickly ascending to higher incantations in year seven of existence.
Denver, Colorado brought speed masters Havok to Dayton. Inspired by the nuclear assault of the ‘80s and ‘90s thrash movement they played with Death’s technical embrace and a hallowed Slayer scream or two.
They bashed out four new tunes from Conformicide and respective tracks from their last two offerings. Notes were hit with the frantic intensity of a ripcord malfunctioning during descent. The political bite and guitar ripping snarl of Unnatural Selection got feet moving like hot coals flying through the speakers on the opening human experiment. A collision course was set on a wide headbanging, solo road with guitars setting pavement ablaze on DOA. They screamed for justice with the tight rope, cut throat solution to domestic enemies on High’em High. Guitars played with a conscience hitting serious notes of truth on Intention to Deceive removing the cloak from what the media hides.
Veteran sludge metal, christened and aged in New Orleans came from Crowbar. The dark skyward screams of I am the Storm started the serpents lies, straight outta Nola. They hit Headbangers Ball classic All I had (I gave). A few songs in Kirk Windstein nodded, saying he liked the crowd. If he thought a crowd sucked, he’d tell them, but Dayton was cool. The cold buried breath of knowledge came from the cracked mouths and watching eyes of the Cemetery Angels. There’s no telling the sins they’ve seen buried. The slow driving rhythmic melody of Planets Collide pulsated the fire through the strings and a condemned man’s eyes.
Lights went black and strobe lights hit. It was time to kill with New Jersey’s hardest working wrecking crew. The Grinding Wheel came to loud life, tearing into Mean Green Killing Machine. The vault was ripped open like a decayed coffin with an acrid smell Rotten to the Core. The crowd moved, inspired and motivated to shake and bake with the Electric Rattlesnake.
From the front to the back, old schoolers sported their sleeveless patched denim along with black shirts and other metal apparel. Overkill have proven to be stubborn workhorse stalwarts that will probably survive a zombie apocalypse or nuclear explosion along with cockroaches and Twinkies.
Blitz and crew bitch-slapped everyone in sight through the speakers with the east coast rasp as guitars shredded ears and the pit got expected greetings from the gutter. With 14 songs infecting ears like a dirty rotten lingering smell that you just kinda get used to, the ‘Kill covered classic gems, spread a little Decay, and took a few tunes from Horrorscope.
Flesh hit flesh like a Leatherface wielded cleaver hitting meat. From the onset to the curtain call everybody near the front was asking for some good friendly Goddamn Trouble. We’re all bounded and bonded through metal. Blitz thanked everyone for coming out and living their life the way they wanted. To everyone else that was either home watching TV or porn, Thanx for Nothin’!
The crowd got a short breather while yelling for more. Out of the darkness came the loud foretelling crunch of Horrorscope. It was time to get in the ring, thrash style, two to the body, one to the jaw, if you’re lucky, they’ll scrape you off the motherfuckin’ floor, E-Limination!
The Subhumans got the final middle-fingered word as always with a big Overkill thank you and Fuck You!
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