This Little Underground
Our live music columnist covers Meshuggah, American Party Machine and Phat-N-Jazzy
Published: February 20, 2013
Also playing was local band Demons, a lean and impressively mean trio that seems to have gotten nastier since I last saw them. Their dirty sludge sound is more scraping, volcanic and just plain convincing now.
But nothing this week can compare to American Party Machine, who kicked the night into crazy overdrive. These guys are completely stupid and, goddamn, I think they're my new favorite Orlando band. Like Valient Thorr's more outrageous redneck cousins, this party (duh) metal band is a head-on collision of big-balled rock & roll and campy ridiculousness. Theirs is a world where America and pro wrestling occupy the same holy ground, a carnival populated with costumed hype men with awesome names like Uncle Slam and Pat Riot. But as utterly silly as APM is, they also happen to kick prime ass as a rock band. It's big, dumb fun, to be sure. But it's laid down with titanic swag and conviction. And what all this pageantry and culture translates to is a cannonball of a live show that's hilariously rousing. Watch them perform and, like me, you too will join their retarded cult.
Damn, can it be that Phat-N-Jazzy is 19 years old already? Shit! Well, the iconic, scene-making hip-hop party just celebrated its anniversary on Mardi Gras (Feb. 12, the Social) – Phat Tuesday, geddit? But as good as local guest DJ Stereo 77 and featured San Francisco DJ J. Boogie were, it wasn't truly Phat-N-Jazzy until flagship DJ BMF cued up. And still, no one can touch him on his own turf. Happy birthday, PNJ. Stay smoove.
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