Legendary proto-punks Death played a once-in-a-lifetime set. Photo: Alexander Ortega
Most memorable moment?
The whole thing. At first, I as kind of nervous that I had uncovered a revival of the METAL band, Death, with someone blaspheming the name of Chuck Schuldiner, an imposter. I saw some young bucks setting up onstage, too, and I was afraid that there would only be one of the original dudes—their original guitarist, David Hackney, died in 2000, so I didn't know what to expect …
Bar X. Watch out, Joshua Payne Orchestra, because if Death comes to town, they're bringing their soulful rock n' roll to that joint and bringing the house down. Death's music is punk rock, but it's not raucous in the way that Dead Boys were—they inspired me to gyrate and to shake my shoulders at the front of the stage, not getting to crazy, but just moving with the grooves that they created.
Dannis Hackney's (drums). That dude was rocking a red top hat, red, sparkly tie over a black button-up shirt and red pants. He busted out a mad drum solo to boot, which made his clothes seem even more snazzy. His beat-keeping kept the whole band in sync as the light glinted off his tie.
Whoa nelly, these jams had me wanting to just dance it out! I was caught in between wanting to bust out some Soul Train moves and doing my best Elaine dance. Bobby's bass-playing style is of the thumpin' variety, as his plucking fingers moved deftly and powerfully to create a bouncy rhythm throughout the evening. Death manifested a burst of energy into my psyche, the aftermath being a huge, deathly grin.