Three bands from the east side of the state came out and completely blew the roof off. Snowing, Algernon Cadwallader and 1994! (from Lancaster, my birthplace) were trios of raw power.
The mic broke early on so the sound consisted of super-technical riffs and melodic percussion bounding off the walls of the living room. Yep, they played in a living room because Helter Shelter is just a punk kid's paradise in another punk kid's house in Lawrenceville! There was even a hot pot of spaghetti sitting on the kitchen counter to feast on between acts. I'll let the pics do the rest of the talking but I leave you with this: a roving pit of sweated out humans all slashing their hands and heads to the same beat isn't something machines can produce, or sunscreen can protect from. It's one of those things that when you're in there with musicians simply killing it, the wave of chills never stops rolling and the juices don't stopping pumping, giving you a memory you'll never forget.
|check out our epic shield we went to battle with|
|slightly different scene from the daylight shot...:)|