After work, and immediately following a tire repair, I rode to the Triple Rock to see crust pioneers, Amebix. I walked in while Misery was playing, which, I might add, is always nice.

In between bands, and because I'm as punk as they come, I took the opportunity to text my gf:
me-Mississippi Market girl is here. Still wearing that crusty bandanna.
her-Ha! I bet you can smell it across the room.
me-Yes, I can. It smells like a vegan fart.
Some people have waited twenty plus years to see Amebix. I never thought it would happen, but since it has, I guess I've only waited about ten years. I suppose that makes me a poser.
The crowd, as expected, was predominantly the dread locked-patched vest-lifers. Smelled like it too. Authentic! Of course some of the usual Triple Rock-punk show going-folks were there too. You know the ones: They aren't really sure who the band is but they know that since they are "punk," that they should be there. Probably buy a patch or a button, or even a tee shirt...if it doesn't cut into their PBR fund, that is. I was thee only one in a flannel.
I thought the worse, when they first started playing, like "These guys are actually going to suck aren't they." But once they got to Axeman and Largactyl things started to warm up.

They were sorta rockstarish, in that they wouldn't start playing songs until everything was in tune. They did this several times. And they had like the hardest working stage hand ever but they treated him rather poorly. Especially the drummer Roy Mayorga. He has played with Sepultura, Soulfly, Nausea, and numerous others, so maybe he's earned his asshole hall pass.

Overall Amebix was really good and everyone seemed to have a good time. And that's all that really matters. So yay for that!
ps-All of the above pics are scratch and smell. So if you've ever wondered what day-old malt liquor spilled on a flea and lice-infested pair of army fatigues smells like, click away.


  1. Those punx is hippies. Looks like one gigantic identity crisis to me. Or should I say, “post-modernism.”

  2. How many hippie crust punks does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

    None. Hippie crust punks dont screw in lightbulbs, they screw in dirty sleeping bags.

  3. too long; didn't read. get your own blog, hippie.

  4. Wow, the esteemed Blognigger leaving comments on my site?!? To what do I owe such an honor? Has Street Carnage gotten too boring? Or is this just a ploy to get more followers on your Twitter?