Kylesa @ V2

Kylesa
10.08.09
V2
with Saviours, Red Fang

We all have musical phases from our past that we are now embarrassed by. For a long time, the part of my torrid musical past for which I felt the most shame was  my pre-pubescent metal phase. Of course some of the bands I liked were actually good and I continue to listen to them today (seriously, you can't fuck with Slayer or Sabbath), but I had a very loose grasp on what "metal" truly. was. Along with Metallica and Megadeth (both of whom you can fuck with), I unfairly labeled a whole bunch of shit truly unworthy of the prestigious distinction of metal-I won't get into specifics, but I will say I had a rather impressive collection of Slipknot memorabilia. Now that the punk rock and ska (which should truly be the most shameful part of my musical past) I grew up listening to are not as endearing to me, the shame I once felt for metal has turned into unbridled enthusiasm. Within the vast realm of metal there are millions of possibilites. Wanna write music focusing solely on ancient Egypt, but deliver the lyrics with the guttural growls of death metal? Go nuts! How about writing fourteen minute songs with no vocals, but packed with soul-crushing sludgy riffs? Please proceed! Or do you just wanna blatantly rip off Black Sabbath or Slayer for your entire career? Well, that's perfectly all right too!

I guess that's a roundabout way of getting to my point, but here it is: I fucking love metal. Even though I've had my newfound fondness for metal for about a year, I haven't been to any metal shows in that time. This show changed all of that. The chance to see Kylesa, one of my favorite newly-discovered metal bands, play at a venue I had never been to a crowd I had no idea how to interact with seemed like a perfectly logical step in my progression into full metal immersion. When I arrived at V2 in Layton, conveniently located directly across the street from a Krispy Kreme, there was only one other person in the room. It was definitely awkward, and became only more so as the local band (whose name I didn't catch, though I did hear that they were from Eagle Mountain, UT) noodled around on stage for what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only twenty minutes. Finally, and after two other people had entered the room, they began to play. The singer growled a little bit as his band mates provided some pre-set theatrics and feedback, but as they got into their first song and began a synchronized headbanging routine, I felt the need to immediately leave the room. So I did. If you have seen the infamous music video of "Stick Stickly" by the horrible deathcore/crabcore band Attack! Attack!, imagine that, but in real life. I made my way to the Krispy Kreme, contemplating whether or not this whole metal thing was a mistake.

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