Devil To Pay, Mantis, Gogglesphere, Burnout, Black Mountain Creeper
Saturday, Feb. 12
Leaving Birdy's early Sunday morning, I looked at the clock on my car's stereo and Steve Janiak's final words from just moments earlier sunk in. As Devil To Pay were finishing their set of new songs and old favorites, my buddy hollered for one more song and the singer/guitarist said something about how they'd have to pay a fine because of some dude that lived next door to the club. The time on my stereo was 3:06 a.m. The show had gone on for five hours! Ohio's Black Mountain Creeper was up first with their rum-tinged southern dirt rock. Bluesy riffs and the singer's "boo-wah-yeah" gargle were just awesome, simply put. Formed only three years ago, the band immediately earned the audience's attention and respect.
Making the drive all the way from Iowa City was Burnout, who, to no one's surprise, had plenty of songs about drinking and smoking. This young band has a bright future, or maybe I should say a dark future (sorry, "doom" humor) and I couldn't help but think of how they reminded me of the way Facelift era Alice In Chains interpreted Black Sabbath.
Gogglespehere rocked it, so it didn't matter that they stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the lineup. The five-piece put in a high energy set of screamy, prog-metal that just begs for the attention of someone like Rick Rubin to produce their next album.
The crowd was larger than average throughout the night, with many folks sticking around for Devil To Pay. But when everyone stumbled out at 3 a.m., their bloodshot eyes may have been from the smoky club. Or maybe they were just tired.