karras, supermutant, fero lux, and some mediocre other bands i couldnt give a half dozen fucks about @ rockettown april 1 2011

its friday night, and you should be somewhere else. probably anywhere else. this is rocket town pompano. 

"rocket town, is a twelve thousand square foot non-profit entertainment facility on federal hwy consisting of a music venue, coffee bar, recreation and programming. "

the word as law

i copied that wholesale from one of rockettown's propaganda leaflets that litter the music venue snack coffee bar. im not sure what programming could mean, but i can only assume that this is a reference to some esoteric ritual involving christian ideology, creating tiny skateboarding Manchurian candidates for christ. outside attractive hypersexualized underage girls sit, smoking and drinking coffee, talking to the ripply gym rat dudes from next door. everyone is sidewalk surfing or popping wheelys. gnarly grindage on sublevel wicked. cube gleaming. parents are dropping their kids off. this place makes me want a drink. and a cigarette. ill smoke crack if you got it.

i debate paying the eight dollars to get inside. i only came to take pics and see enough of this place so that i could talk trash about it later. yea theres bands playing, but bands play all the time. ive seen that shit at least a dozen times. this is about a novel experience, rocket town peaks my curiosity. what could a chain venue, run by a corporate mega church be like? it boggles the mind really. i was boggled. i assumed that it would be vacuous and industrial. i assumed that like a mega church i would be hit up for money at every possible corner. being not-for-profit (but for the prophet) means alot of things. this could not be a capital enterprise. like christ once said in john 4: 34-38 (google it you pagan fuck), reaping the benefits of other's labour is probably some kind of sin (somewhere else it also says the devil may use the scripture for his own purpose, so guess who i probably am). 

rocket town mission statement

so i paid my eight dollars and went inside. i wondered how that would work, if this place is running not for cash and prizes, but for the greater glory of the lord and savior jesus christ of nazareth the lord god incarnate creator of the universe all the stars and nebulae why did they need my eight bucks? its just green paper. cant god stop asking for handouts already and get a fucking J-O-B like everyone else (i guess he already has a job, but is too busy sending curses on his family to do anything else). if you didnt get that reference, feel free to hit up rockettown and grab a bible por gratis because they have a stack of em at the door. i got one (i was out of rolling papers), along with a book on the wounds of christ and his end times revelation. so far rockettown is the most depressing venue ive ever been to. at least at churchills theres a clear message, if you fuck up at life you will be living in the double decker bus outside blowing punks and parking cars. thats a positive social message. thats rock bottom, and it dosent make me want to hang out. here theres some sweet cooze in the parking lot, salvation upstairs and popcorn to boot.

supermutant

i got some popcorn and watched the first band SUPERMUTANT. they actually ruled. i dont know why they were here, or why i was here but im glad they played. they thrashed, quick and heavy, powerviolence and grindcore. this was a band that when i was seventeen i would have been all over. i had hope, maybe this wasnt going to be so bad. 

hope may be the thing with feathers, and it might float, but quickly it would slip away to play air hockey. the next two bands were, well i guess i shouldnt say anything awful. that would be unchristian of me. i didnt even write the names down. mall metal. haircut core. 4/4 breakdowns. screaming and then singing. i had a conversation with someone about music, and he kept talking about thrice. last chance to dance was a phrase thrown around alot. kids throwing elbows and two stepping by themselves in the empty space behind the crowd. no touching. in between bands i played time crisis and air hockey. it wouldnt feel out of place if there was an animatronic christ in here that would reach down from the cross with handfuls of pizza. that would suck the tokens outta my pocket rather quicklike. 

fero lux

FERO LUX played as well. this is a band that practices. alot. and it shows. they were having fun. there was a dogpile. kids knew the words to their songs. damn impressive. if yr into fun, you might dig em. i dont even know what other bands they sound like, some kind of technical rock metal something something.  i hate describing music, click on their link. if you dont have the internet by now i think its time you moved outta yr parents basment in ouagadougou and joined the rest of the first world.

KARRAS is old. tired. and they sound very fucking pissed off. ive known everyone in this band for at least half a decade, if not longer. i feel a strong affinity for these guys in a weirding way. KARRAS is the only band that i could name thats from my hometown. maybe thats why they sound so pissed. so fucked up. every snare hit is a gunshot. everyone in the band wants to go home. they crack jokes about christ. say fuck at least twelve times on stage. they closed and were out of place. they have heart, and no hope, no feathers, no floating. they have a demo, and it sucks. go see them live, its worth it. eat chicken wings with them after the show. 

rock and roll is a divine gift from satan himself. his final revelation unto mankind, and his prophets Robert Johnson, Jerry Lee Lewis, Jimmy Page, Dead, and Ozzy have all thusly decreed: thou shalt not rock falsely. all the best music is associated with the dark lord. pick one; Stryper or Black Sabbath. Scott Stapp or Kurt Cobain. Dave Mustaine or Kerry King. Munky or Head (sorry about the korn reference, but its hard to just bust out christians like that). i think the evidence presents itself. 



-mcl