Oh The Kathedral. How I love you so. This particular Sunday night would be a treat because I was going to, for the first time, go out on an excursion with someone from work. Well, other than a going away dinner we had for someone who was able to leave the hell-hole I call work.
But yes, tickets were purchased during working hours, and we were all set to go. The bus station was confusing, and we were getting there much later than anticipated. No matter, Dissident Saint were the last band playing anyways to close off the night so we had time to show up.
I also invited my friend Dan along because he’s a musician and likes metal music and overall is someone who wants to hang out with lots of people so it’s nice safe place to hang out… for a recovering alcoholic who is now stuck in a bar. Heh.
Anyways, the show was pretty awesome. I promised Ilya (my co-worker, and one of the guitar players) that I would bring my camera to make him look like a rock star. He believed me, and loved the pictures. Actually everyone loved the pictures.
The music live reminded me very much of the music on their CD. Proof of one thing, they are the real deal. I’ve had bands send me CD’s before and then invite me to their show and they sound nothing alike. And Dissident Saint sounds as good on stage as they do in the studio. It was pretty awesome.
The crowd was amusing and hilarious and surprising for me. I’ve not really gone to a whole lot of metal shows or progressive rock shows. I’m much more into the punk rock and the punk pop and the pop rock… that’s about all the combinations that come out of that. I’m into that more and there’s a whole lot of girls screaming and jumping up and down. This show kept opening up mosh pits and people running in circles and into each other.
I feared for the safety of my camera.
Although these mosh-pitters were kind enough to try and keep it to themselves and not involve the non-interested as much as possible. There was also some stage-diving, which wasn’t completely encouraged, but not discouraged either. A week before I had been at the same venue for the Matadors show and security interrupted the set to announce stage-diving was not allowed. So I must admit I was surprised.
Other than good music and energetic crowds, I think the only thing I can really say is there was a LOT of hair on stage. And I haven’t really been able to think about Ilya, my co-worker, quite the same since then.
One awesome thing that came out of it is my friend Dan is a pretty big fan of Dissident Saint now. He’s gone to other shows they’ve had in Toronto and continues to go, and for one musician to be impressed by another musical group… it’s unheard of in my world.