Spring Break
MADE OF METAL: Metal lays siege to the Palladium
by Daniel D. Snyder
Associate Editor
Arts | 9/9/08
Posted online at 11:09 PM EST on 9/8/08
/ Last updated at 3:34 AM EST on 9/8/08
The night of Aug. 6 was a night like any other, another evening spent on my golden throne, presiding over only the most brutal of gladiatorial matches. Or so it seemed. As the mood was waning and my legions of guests had either grown bored or been mercilessly dismembered by my guard trolls, I received a gift of the most delightful quality.
Evidently during the afternoon barbecue on the Great Lawn of Trapped Souls -- which I had neglected to attend -- a local radio station gave away tickets to see the opening show of Carcass' North American reunion tour Friday night at the Palladium in Worcester. Seeing that absolutely no one was interested in taking the four tickets, my ally in battle Spencer Ackerman '09 took it upon himself to claim the prize and deliver it to my castle. I was pleased and spared his life.
With the tickets in hand, it was time to choose my party. The first choice was obvious. Dave "More Metal Than Tinfoil" Goldstein '09 had served admirably in previous campaigns with Amon Amarth and would provide us with passage across the Mass Pike with his vehicle, the Battle Wagon of Soul-crushing Blackness. That it was the anniversary of his birth was even more reason. The next pick was Erik "Witch-lover" Stumacher '09, renowned psychotic and loose cannon of the Forgotten Lands. Though inexperienced, he would make a useful human shield. Finally, in return for his service, I invited Spencer along for his first metal show. At the very least, his hideous evisceration at the hands of the Palladium ghouls would provide some chuckles. So, the four of us gathered in the dying light of a Friday afternoon, we set out to see perhaps the most brutal of brutal death and black metal lineups ever to grace the land of Massachusetts.
Unfortunately, traffic prevented us from seeing the two first acts, Veil of Maya, a mediocre death/metal-core troupe, and Montreal's tech-death upstarts Beneath the Massacre. Though I was indifferent to the loss of Veil of Maya, I had been anxious to see BtM pull off their hyper-speed assault in the live setting. However, my spirits were lifted as we arrived just in time to see Finland's death-grind masters Rotten Sound deliver a donkey punch to the crowd's collective genitals. Though it seemed like most of the Palladium's patrons were unfamiliar with the material, the few devout fans (myself among them) gave as spirited a response as we could muster.
Evidently during the afternoon barbecue on the Great Lawn of Trapped Souls -- which I had neglected to attend -- a local radio station gave away tickets to see the opening show of Carcass' North American reunion tour Friday night at the Palladium in Worcester. Seeing that absolutely no one was interested in taking the four tickets, my ally in battle Spencer Ackerman '09 took it upon himself to claim the prize and deliver it to my castle. I was pleased and spared his life.
With the tickets in hand, it was time to choose my party. The first choice was obvious. Dave "More Metal Than Tinfoil" Goldstein '09 had served admirably in previous campaigns with Amon Amarth and would provide us with passage across the Mass Pike with his vehicle, the Battle Wagon of Soul-crushing Blackness. That it was the anniversary of his birth was even more reason. The next pick was Erik "Witch-lover" Stumacher '09, renowned psychotic and loose cannon of the Forgotten Lands. Though inexperienced, he would make a useful human shield. Finally, in return for his service, I invited Spencer along for his first metal show. At the very least, his hideous evisceration at the hands of the Palladium ghouls would provide some chuckles. So, the four of us gathered in the dying light of a Friday afternoon, we set out to see perhaps the most brutal of brutal death and black metal lineups ever to grace the land of Massachusetts.
Unfortunately, traffic prevented us from seeing the two first acts, Veil of Maya, a mediocre death/metal-core troupe, and Montreal's tech-death upstarts Beneath the Massacre. Though I was indifferent to the loss of Veil of Maya, I had been anxious to see BtM pull off their hyper-speed assault in the live setting. However, my spirits were lifted as we arrived just in time to see Finland's death-grind masters Rotten Sound deliver a donkey punch to the crowd's collective genitals. Though it seemed like most of the Palladium's patrons were unfamiliar with the material, the few devout fans (myself among them) gave as spirited a response as we could muster.
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