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The Sentiment that leads to The Diversions that lead to:

Back around 2002 and 2004, I played a house venue in Hampton, Virginia, called the Rat Ward. It was a rowdy spot. One of the guys who lived there and ran the place hit me up prior to coming to Norfolk. He wanted to play the show with his noise band Head Molt. I'm always down for playing with more experimental acts. With that sort of thing, there's a chance the crowd may not be able to handle it, there's also a chance people will have their minds melted. It's a gamble. So I made sure he understood that people may hate it, and he totally got it. At the show, it took approximately four minutes of their screeching set before people starting booing and throwing garbage on stage. It got the band fired up. Things escalated as the band started screaming a loop of "This is what you paid for!" People started jumping on stage trying to unplug their gear. It was confrontational music in a confrontational setting, and it was exciting. Eventually the band, with the help of some of the extra people on stage, knocked over all of their gear and ended the set at the 15-minute mark.
-- Girl Talk, giving his best-of-2009 rundown to P4k

P.S. Shoutout to Sherv, whaddya think: are Head Molt et al somehow part of the spiritual lineage running thru GKL/RP?

P.S.#2: Shoutout to Hemlock Recs, is the Cheezface collab cassette on Head Molt's myspace page in any way related to the Cheezface who drops jams w/ya?

Comments

very unlikely

I didn't know anything about a local noise scene when I was still living in Virginia (and I still know very little). It's always nice to know that I could've been the coolest 16-year-old blasting dudes' eardrums back then, if I'd had a little more ingenuity.