Saw this dude last night. Black Pus, aka Brian Chippendale, aka him from Lightning Bolt.
Expectations were high. Expectations were duly met. For most of his set doing anything but jump about like a thing possessed was out of the question, but there were a few mins in the middle when he took to conversing with us & it was followed by the above bit of drum noodling.
I know, it probably doesn’t seem very “noodly” to you but believe you me, if you’d seen the rest of what he got up to you’d know what I mean!
So, imagine if you can the above but maxed out on the volume, speed & sheer intensity of it all & you may be a bit closer to getting a grip on just how physically & mentally demanding being within a few a feet of him on full tilt can be.
After about five minutes I was shattered, resolving to get myself a bit fitter cuz the only way to enjoy a Black Pus show is to fucking freak the fuck out. I must have spent more than 50% of his set with two feet off the ground. Def need to hone my two step moshing skills for such occasions as these - it woulda been the perfect scenario for it & lets face it, two step moshing doesn’t have to be for hardcore shows alone right?
How can I follow that up you’re wondering? With a CxMxA gig tonight is the answer. If anyone’s going to come close to matching the brutality of Black Pus it’s the combined might of Corrupt Moral Altar.
The whole night did make me think again tho, in the event of bands not playing to a sell out why the fuck don’t they put their drum kit on the floor? There’s nothing like getting up close ‘n’ personal to a man bashing shit to buggery with all the primordial power of yer best drummer.
Oh, and interesting fact that I found out when tweeting about Black Pus afterwards: Elton John’s 62! I know!