By: Anand Harsh
Before venturing to the frosty north to catch the dark demon of dubstep, himself—Mr. NiT GriT, a stop into Lafayette, Indiana’s oldest bar, the Knickerbocker Saloon, to catch two of the Midwest’s premier live electronic acts was in order. Skeetones out of
It bears mention that an old friend of mine has gracefully bowed his head and allowed the malicious, evil, and sinister world of dubstep into his sets. Mr. K, also known as Kyle Miller, has been spinning drum & bass and jungle for years. Catching strains of Nero escaping from his turntables made me smile. Oh, how the smug and snobby have stooped. It’s OK, ol’ buddy… the times, they are a-changin’.
Skeetones are on a mission to claim the
Sixdollarsuit is known to draw the crowd. By the time Skeetones have wrapped up, the Knickerbocker stage-side is filling up, and the bar-side (AKA smoker’s paradise) is nuts to butts. The band has been practicing hard, and is planning on busting out much new material for their home stand. Effortlessly sliding into their first number, the audience is instantly rocking and swaying, whooping and hollering. John Ross Kirby, with his wry smile and ice-cold demeanor sloughs off chord after chord, and run after run. Ever the effervescent side show, bassist Nick Golder slyly moves from one end of the stage to another, each groove well-timed and well-executed.
Sixdollarsuit holds STS9 in high regards. Their dark, emotive jams form the foundation of the Suit’s influences. But these new tunes are different. Sunnier, fresh, and evocative, the darkness is countered with turbulent periods of fun and funkiness. Sort of a Prozac parade in the midst of a sonic downpour. Always a concern for the band, issues with tightness seem a thing of the past. Each member firing on all cylinders, the drinks don’t slow down the heavy grooves or the technical fingering. Sixdollarsuit has hit the loose-but-tight mentality on the head.
Hometown shows beat all. Knowing your sound system, hell, knowing your sound engineer and knowing they know you—safety and comfort is what it’s all about on stage. Your buddy calls his buddy, who calls three of her friends from down the block. Soon, everybody remembers you’re back in town and playing a show at the ol’ home place. Your friends are yelling out the names of the songs they love—sure, that can be annoying. But you’re home and you’re among friends.
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