- Chad Radford
- Obligatory iPhone photo from Goblin's show at the Loft Oct. 1
So my Tuesday night went like this: Goblin totally slayed the Loft. The show was a lot of fun, and I saw people whom I have not seen in a decade. It was a huge celebration - nothing but hugging and spilling drinks on each other all night. Everyone was happy to be there. Goblin played the hits, running through themes from the Dawn of the Dead
, and Deep Red
soundtracks - everything that everyone in the sold out room wanted to hear, and the group fed off the enthusiasm in the air till the end. On stage, Goblin stumbled a bit on a few of the intros, and didn't quite have their stage presence together yet, but it was, after all, the first show of their first North American tour. Atlanta got nearly two hours of raw Promethean energy and Italian horror in the music last night, and that eclipsed everything. And if anything, Massimo Morante (guitar and occasional vocals) and Claudio Simonetti's (keyboards) broken English as they addressed the crowd, proclaiming "Our first fans were your parents!" was completely endearing, and added yet another level of complexity and fun to the show.
Stay tuned, as we'll have a proper gallery of images from Goblin's show posted soon.
- Chad Radford
- BODY/HEAD: Kim Gordon (from left) and Bill Nace.
Later at the Earl, Body/Head featuring Kim Gordon and Bill Nace took things down a notch. As each of the former(?) members of Sonic Youth step out on their own, it's becoming increasingly clear what exactly each one of them brought to the group, Kim Gordon not withstanding. The show at the Earl was a mellow but noisy and totally introspective set, filled with both carnal and sentimental ambiguity. The bold and compelling tension in the air was a complete 180 from what Goblin brought to the stage.
As Body/Head wrapped up I made my way to 529 where I saw a young lady that I know sitting at the bar. I asked who was performing. She said it's some "demon voice exorcism thing." So I thought I'd better check it out! It was a one-man noisy beat-driven project called Ginko from Athens. I stood with my arms crossed and my back against the wall as he writhed around on the floor in an ecstatic state, hugging a stuffed animal while twisting and stretching out of a Gollum-like fetal position. At one point he stumbled over and kissed me on the cheek.