This Little Underground
Bao Le-Huu checks in on heaviness at Sip, including Dissident Aggressor and They Eat Their Own God, and stumbles onto good news at Uncle Lou's
Published: January 12, 2012
Musicians: Florida Music Festival is now accepting artist submissions for 2012 (florida- musicfestival.com).
The Sam Rivers tribute (the Social, Jan. 4) put on by members of his celebrated Rivbea Orchestra was met with an unsurprisingly and appropriately packed house to celebrate the jazz giant’s life and art. The man’s spirit was indeed alive with vibrant, heartfelt playing by as many as 14 players at one point. But considering the singularity of his daring musical spirit, there was a big, conspicuous, irreplaceable hole up there onstage. And, unfortunately, an entire army of inspired players with swollen hearts could never, ever fill the huge void left by the man himself. But last week’s paper was funereal enough, so on to more positive news.
When Hoops closed recently, the city’s DIY concert circuit was down one venue. But that number may be balanced again. Despite its polite and, well, dainty name, it looks like Sip is in the game with some new changes in its programming. Considering the bar’s original, more urbane intent, they’re some rather drastic alterations. With promoters like the hammer-dropping Orlandooom boys starting to come into the Sip fold, there’s been some live haps going on – some really heavy and aggressive action, actually. I’d never been to Sip before, but I’m sure it’s still as nice as it ever was on “normal” lounge nights or other tamer events. However, walking in from the cold this night (Jan. 4) and being met with body heat and the signature musk typically associated with crust punks, well, clearly this is not the same place as before.
Thrash ain’t exactly my thing – not heavy enough – but local band Dissident Aggressorkicked pretty hard. Playing as a tough, athletic twosome, their technical thrash metal was more than just aggro fireworks; with shades of black and death, it was actually pretty expressive without being weak. Most effectively, their polluted sound was dragged through just enough dirt to give it some menace.
A theremin and a strobe light will always make me stick around, and that’s exactly what South Carolina’s They Eat Their Own God featured. I couldn’t hear much of the theremin, but their crusty jumble of metal, screamo, post-hardcore and ambitious arty tendencies was already crowded enough.
Despite its hard concrete and glass surfaces, Sip’s sound quality is better and louder than you might expect, even better than some of the neighborhood DIY spots. Sip isn’t the first or only spot to try multipurposing around here, and this borough is a place where that can actually work. Both the location and time are right for it. And the bottom line is that having another open-minded venue in the Mills Ave. vicinity can only be a good addition. For the most part, the bar seemed to let the bands do their thing. It’s weird on paper, but people attended this show and they looked at home. No better sign than that. So stay on top of Sip’s calendar for more shows.
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