snowed in at the helter shelter

This is the face of a man excited beyond belief.  This wide-eyed, smiling mug should be found on everyone's face at some point in their lives. So if any of you out there have never been to a live show, you need to put a brick through your computer screen right this second--step out the front door and set up camp outside the closest venue until the next show before the toxins in the water get to you first.  It will be a guaranteed awesome experience and hopefully, if you play your cards right, your ears will be ringing with the thrashing sounds of rock until Christmas.  So for some incentive, I'm here to tell you about our latest dive under the mainstream fabric into a place they call Helter Shelter.

 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...:)

Our epic night at Helter Shelter was no exception and this gutted car we kicked it on might never get a happier crew of passengers.  Never stop rockin,
-shane