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Witnessed
The Acacia Strain, 2006-11-20
19/12/06 || Global Domination
This review was written by ex-staffer/cocksmoker Desert Eagle.
Well well, once again I find myself in attendance at an Acacia Strain show. Ok, I guess technically it’s a Through the Eyes of the Dead show since they are the headliners, you’ll soon find out why it was really an Acacia Strain show.
I should mention that this show took place at the Knitting Factory in NYC.
Anyone that just thought, “Fuck yeah, the Knitting Factory rules!”
should die. The Knitting Factory is a shit hole dump that should fall
off the face of the earth. Not only that but apparently only the biggest
assholes go to shows here. They come with the mindset of “How can I
possibly ruin the show for everyone?”. They are a bane in the truest
sense of the word. They are a source of ruin for everything good and
right in this cruel, unforgiving world.
Anywho, since the show took place in NYC and I live in Connecticut, this show required something of a ROAD TRIP! Wooooo! ROAD TRIP, YOU GUYS. Me and my good friend Sean, who will be referred to as “The Vegan” henceforth, shouldered the burden of an hour and a half drive with relative ease. Me more so considering I wasn’t driving. Along the way we stopped at a gas station, for GAS, and I purchased some Dorito’s. The Dorito’s were TACO FLAVORED! Holy shit, have you heard about these? They taste exactly like every other Dorito ever made. So in that case I give them a 7.
On the way to the show we listened to such excellent bands as
Mercenary, Protest the Hero, and Satariel. Delightful! When we arrived
in Brooklyn to pick up my other friend Tony, henceforth referred to as
“The Tony”, we hoofed it to a near-by convenience store to pick up some
sandwiches. The grinder I bought was only $3.50! Fuck yeah, bitties. It
tasted pretty excellent as well so I give it an 8 out of 10.
The kid who rang me up was a funny fucker since he was giving me shit. I
couldn’t really understand what he was saying so I just went along with
him and said “Oh, you got me!” Actually I probably didn’t say that, I
probably just laughed awkwardly. The kid gets a 9.
So from there we walked to the subway and sat on said subway for like a half hour. I give the ride a 3.
From there we get to the show to find a commotion. Apparently some douche took a whole stack of the Acacia Strain’s shirts. Now what a kid was going to do with a stack of shirts that were all the same size and of a band that’s not really that big, I have no idea. But there was all sorts of yelling and threats being made. Woo!
When I finally got inside I met up with this dude Jason from Heavy Hitter, which is a promotion company. We talked for a while and actually we ended up talking through Light this City’s entire set. Fuck yeah! I give the chat with Jason a 7.
Up next was the Acacia Strain, so I went right up front for that shit.
Hardcore kids are easily pushed aside. When they first came out Vincent
(the lead singer) stressed the importance of not fighting during their
set. Apparently they’re having trouble getting booked anywhere because
promoters keep hearing about fights when they play. Five minutes later, a
fight broke out. So then he said we have one more chance or else the
show gets shut down. They play a few more songs. “See You Next Tuesday”
is probably my new favorite song by them and it absolutely destroys
live. Daniel, the guitarist, plays through two stacks in order to get
that crushing sound they so frequently tout and it really does crush. My
eardrums. Vincent gives up the mike quite a bit and I’m glad to say I
got it a fair amount and that, my friends, is really satisfying. There’s
nothing quite like singing your favorite lines from your favorite
songs. Eventually the singer from Light this City came out to do the
shout chorus for “Burnface” and I’m pretty sure her mike wasn’t even on.
So that was kind of funny. What was awesome though is when it finally
came on she gave the mike to me, The Vegan, and The Tony. It was highly
erotic. Then another fight broke out and the motherfucking show got shut
down. FUCKING GAY.
So what have we learned? Nothing, fuck. I hate people.
GD note: The photos in here are not from the actual show, we just stole them from the band’s official website without permission. It’s also pictures of some former members and… we don’t care. We can do that shit becoz we are cool.
