“Every Rose Has It’s Thorn”. I’d argue there is NO time when this song is okay. We’re stuck in traffic on I-95 fighting our way north through Connecticut and Heather is rocking out. Oh God. The lips are pursed a la Mick Jagger, we’re moving slow enough that there’s AIR GUITAR for the SAKE of GODS put your HANDS ON THE WHEEL WE’RE GOING TO DIE listening to POISON!!!! Friday the 13th indeed.
I have a couple of “perfect bands” – Stephanie’s Id is one of them. Tool is up there. I’ve recently really fallen for Nonpoint and admire the band that Richard Shindell put together for his last album intensely. At the moment I’m sitting at Victoria Station Cafe watching White Rose Confession as they chill me. Mike’s voice is so perfect, though I eel like he’s backing off the microphone. Ato’s guitar playing is something that gives ME that feeling that i should just put my Alverez down in reverence and Jay’s percussion transfers to djembe with a power that makes me grin. Possibly the only kit drummer that I’ve seen translate his power and speed to hand percussion so effectively.
And so shivers are running up and down my spine and I’m realizing that I’d have driven all this way just to watch them.
Oh and the bass slides allll the way down the B string and it’s physical and I’ll have to maybe change my pants before we play.
Infinitely marketable I know. They seem to know how to develop their sound perfectly and … damn … Ato’s BAD ASS.
