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4406Pack said:
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Well we did it not sure the Band was quite ready but we did a Benefit concert for a Local kid Needing a Kidney Transplant glad Squatcher was There as some of those guys are more seasoned than my own fellow musicians but we saved the day and my LED skeleton Solo stole the whole Show there happend to be some Music Critic who was in Attendance and Tried to get a Interview with Thunderskull after the show but stormed off after a few Questions and thunderskull looking down at him breathing with no other sound is rather intimidating (as i have said ThunderSkull doesn’t speak to Humans when in character) but i happend to pick up his article in a Local entertainment magazine called Happenins Magazine
Article by Mr Cecil Sneer
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Last Saturdays CHARITY Event for KIDNEY BOY was a rather swinging experience never to say the least. Local Legends Squatcher opened up for a band called LAST RESORT when i first saw this being the expert on local Talent and never have heard of them i came with my Anger to critique a band that should have never been a head liner. Squatcher Laid Down the usual rock solid performance!
Then we get to the New comer’s Last resort the first song they opened with was i want to say good but not Great the crowd then went silent as all lights went off THis Musical Genius Dressed in a Led Skeleton outfit and mask starts a guitar solo that last 9 mins when a few band member bass and drums involved the audience was reeled in and captured by some sort of tractor beam i know it sound strange but this guys playing and light effects on his outfit was second to none when the lights came on some in the crowd were in tears the singer speaks up “that was something special our Boy from parts Unknown wrote last week for this event for Kidney boy” Come on out Kidney BoY
And this guy came out head banging walked up to the Giant thunderskull and gave him a Hug in return thunderskull gave the little lad a toy
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Quite a show i was still Disappointed as i wanted to Interview the Thunderskull guy but when i asked questions all he did was breath would not speak then the Drummer brain came by and said he doesn’t speak your wasting your time
But all in all i will say that was one of the most Incredible guitar performances this critic has ever seen. Look for Last Resort to make it Big with that kind of Talent
Cecil Sneer
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If you don't mind doing another Organ Show since this one was such a success: I got a boss who could use a Testicle Transplant since his are nowhere to be found. Have your agent call mine!
 
4406Pack said:
It is to hard to be a pompous self righteous ass even in character when you read the stories they are entertaining!
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Barbarian Bob agrees, even though Barbarian Bob is better than everyone else.
Barbarian Bob must go to the doctor office now. Apparently a mixture of cocaine and green mold may or may not have caused a lung to shut down, and the green hairs growing on Barbarian Bob's tongue may not be normal either. May have gotten that from Gizzelle that night.
 
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Happenings Magazine Weekly Music Reviews by Cyril Sneer

Roseland Ballroom, April 1: Wasteland of Sleep and Squatcher

Last Saturday’s DAMM (Drunks Against Mad Mothers) fundraising event was a musical feast, and a tribal triumph! But, it was also very nearly a horrific human disaster. With the foreshadowing of an extremely notorious night ahead of everyone at The Roseland Ballroom last Saturday night, as DAMM can always attract a very rowdy crowd, I was anticipating this night with a certain amount of dread. Especially since mad mothers were protesting out front, and creating a general nuisance. No wonder no one likes them. I definitely made a point to park a couple of blocks away just in case there would be trouble later. I arrived a bit early, and I saw a very large crowd at the buffet digging into a Mushroom Risotto that was catered by the headlining band, Wasteland of Sleep. It almost looked to me as if they were trying to bribe new fans.

A couple of drinks later it seemed like people were loosening up a bit, and the opening band “Squatcher” hit the stage. At first glass, they looked like a bunch of grizzly old drunks that would have laid the groundwork for DAMM’s foundation. They rocked, and rocked hard. The crowd was on their side as the blasted through one demonous sludgefest after another. They had a thunderous rhythm section and had guitar hooks galore. The crowd was in a frenzy moshing like it was a 1984 hardcore show. By the time they left the stage, the crowd wanted more. I felt bad for Wasteland of Sleep to play after these guys. They are definitely hitting their stride as a band.

After a short break, and some more mushroom risotto, Wasteland of Sleep hit the stage. At first, the band started coming in one instrument at a time teasing the audience. After one guitar, keys and vocals had started taking everyone into the first song, the entire band launched into a sonic assault that no one was prepared for. The first chorus hit the PA system with all five members singing in harmony as the instruments laid a soundscape that was hitting all of everyone’s senses. After three songs, I noticed my senses were heightened, and being manipulated by the music. It seemed everyone was under control of Kirsten Largo’s vocals and the sounds being generated from Nicke Coral’s electronic contraptions. The weaving sounds of bass, drums, and guitars on top along with all five members of the band singing had the audience held captive. They kept increasing their tempos and volume, and the intensity of the songs themselves as they worked into their set. After a good forty five minutes they reached a crescendo that seemed to be and orgasmic climax, as they then started reigning the sound back down to Earth. Whether the audience was slam dancing, or whirling feverishly, it seemed the band had them on puppet strings. As the backdrop of the stage started melting and dancing around, I was wondering what was in the risotto.

As the night developed, I thought that Squatcher would be the hit of the night. At the end, I would say that Wasteland of Sleep is a far superior band, as they know exactly what they’re doing and are determined to make sure the audience has an experience they won’t get seeing anyone else. The audience loved them, and screamed for more until they came out for two encores. If management didn't turn on the houselights, they would have played longer. Next time, I’ll pass on the risotto, and see if they are just as good.

Cyril Sneer


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And.... because I don't want to blow my first post with the fickle phallus of fame...





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Happenings Magazine Weekly Music Reviews by Cyril Sneer

Roseland Ballroom, April 1: Wasteland of Sleep and Squatcher

Last Saturday’s DAMM (Drunks Against Mad Mothers) fundraising event was a musical feast, and a tribal triumph! But, it was also very nearly a horrific human disaster. With the foreshadowing of an extremely notorious night ahead of everyone at The Roseland Ballroom last Saturday night, as DAMM can always attract a very rowdy crowd, I was anticipating this night with a certain amount of dread. Especially since mad mothers were protesting out front, and creating a general nuisance. No wonder no one likes them. I definitely made a point to park a couple of blocks away just in case there would be trouble later. I arrived a bit early, and I saw a very large crowd at the buffet digging into a Mushroom Risotto that was catered by the headlining band, Wasteland of Sleep. It almost looked to me as if they were trying to bribe new fans.

A couple of drinks later it seemed like people were loosening up a bit, and the opening band “Squatcher” hit the stage. At first glass, they looked like a bunch of grizzly old drunks that would have laid the groundwork for DAMM’s foundation. They rocked, and rocked hard. The crowd was on their side as the blasted through one demonous sludgefest after another. They had a thunderous rhythm section and had guitar hooks galore. The crowd was in a frenzy moshing like it was a 1984 hardcore show. By the time they left the stage, the crowd wanted more. I felt bad for Wasteland of Sleep to play after these guys. They are definitely hitting their stride as a band.

After a short break, and some more mushroom risotto, Wasteland of Sleep hit the stage. At first, the band started coming in one instrument at a time teasing the audience. After one guitar, keys and vocals had started taking everyone into the first song, the entire band launched into a sonic assault that no one was prepared for. The first chorus hit the PA system with all five members singing in harmony as the instruments laid a soundscape that was hitting all of everyone’s senses. After three songs, I noticed my senses were heightened, and being manipulated by the music. It seemed everyone was under control of Kirsten Largo’s vocals and the sounds being generated from Nicke Coral’s electronic contraptions. The weaving sounds of bass, drums, and guitars on top along with all five members of the band singing had the audience held captive. They kept increasing their tempos and volume, and the intensity of the songs themselves as they worked into their set. After a good forty five minutes they reached a crescendo that seemed to be and orgasmic climax, as they then started reigning the sound back down to Earth. Whether the audience was slam dancing, or whirling feverishly, it seemed the band had them on puppet strings. As the backdrop of the stage started melting and dancing around, I was wondering what was in the risotto.

As the night developed, I thought that Squatcher would be the hit of the night. At the end, I would say that Wasteland of Sleep is a far superior band, as they know exactly what they’re doing and are determined to make sure the audience has an experience they won’t get seeing anyone else. The audience loved them, and screamed for more until they came out for two encores. If management didn't turn on the houselights, they would have played longer. Next time, I’ll pass on the risotto, and see if they are just as good.

Cyril Sneer


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Oh man…I’ve been fumbling around with mine all evening, I am about to post, and I read this…jaw…meet floor. You’ll see an a few minutes…
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Cyril Sreer is an A-hole….
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Transcript:

MILF Event Nearly Trampled By Local Hooligans “Squatcher”

Last Saturday’s Massachusetts Institute of Lichen and Fungus - Infectious Research Fund fundraising event was a musical feast, and a tribal triumph! But, it was also very nearly a horrific human disaster.
If not for the efforts of the exquisitely talented (and noted fungal supporters) “Wasteland of Sleep”, this event may have been a real rotter of a show. They took the stage as if they were floating, carried there by the immense sonic soundscape that would wrap the MILF crowd in to a state of complete ecstasy.
Alex(drums), and Jackie(bass), would provide a foundation of stone precision. While Nick(keys and all the cool toys), and Wolfgang(guitar) would build the theatre that would host the otherworldly talents of the phantasmagorically entranced Kristen “Key” Largo. She would go on to enchant the MILF crowd with her haunting vocal and guitar stylings.
The entire building was engulfed in a fungal bliss.

...Then, there came “Squatcher”...

The imposing figure of James “BoBo” MacFay made its way to the waiting drums, covering ground with seemingly impossible strides...
It sounded like a Louisville Slugger against a mighty oak when he clapped a single rimshot. The crowd snapped to attention, only to bear witness to a different kind of imposing entrance...The notoriously masked Don Dagger, and he was wielding a machete. As he reached his preferred stage position, he flicked the tip of the blade solidly in to the stage floor and stood, guitar at the ready, staring out into some imagined abyss. The crowd was frozen.
It was at this moment that I noticed two very lovely young ladies carrying racks of test tubes, and passing them out as “free flavor enhancers”...some strange promotion.
Then, with another massive Louisville crack of the drumsticks, Cliff “The Chemist” Barrman took to the stage. Thumping steadily driving bass attack. The bass drum joined him, driving steadily.
The crowd just stared wondering what was to come. I watched as a fleet of test tubes washed down the tension. Don Dagger plucked his machete from the stage floor, and scraped the back of the blade slowly down the strings of his trusty SG, and threw it back into its previous place in the stage floor just as a guttural howl bellowed from the PA!
The crowd gasped! I feared for my life! Randy “Gutter” Leahy took the stage. It was an all-out- sonic-assault on my senses! The crowd erupted! They actually liked this trash!
MILF raised $82K, far over their goal, and there were 14 arrests for lewd and lascivious behavior that night...I was flabbergasted...
~Cyril Sneer~


W H A T A D l C K!

We had such a blast at that show! All of us! (Except Cyril…he couldn’t even spell “Kirsten”, and he obviously has “a thing” for her.)
The fungal bliss served up by Wasteland of Sleep, and the genius of Cliff The Chemist’s “shooters”, made for an excellent evening! It all mixed so well!

✠ Don Dagger ✠
 
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Happenings Magazine Weekly Music Reviews by Cyril Sneer

Roseland Ballroom, April 1: Wasteland of Sleep and Squatcher

Last Saturday’s DAMM (Drunks Against Mad Mothers) fundraising event was a musical feast, and a tribal triumph! But, it was also very nearly a horrific human disaster. With the foreshadowing of an extremely notorious night ahead of everyone at The Roseland Ballroom last Saturday night, as DAMM can always attract a very rowdy crowd, I was anticipating this night with a certain amount of dread. Especially since mad mothers were protesting out front, and creating a general nuisance. No wonder no one likes them. I definitely made a point to park a couple of blocks away just in case there would be trouble later. I arrived a bit early, and I saw a very large crowd at the buffet digging into a Mushroom Risotto that was catered by the headlining band, Wasteland of Sleep. It almost looked to me as if they were trying to bribe new fans.

A couple of drinks later it seemed like people were loosening up a bit, and the opening band “Squatcher” hit the stage. At first glass, they looked like a bunch of grizzly old drunks that would have laid the groundwork for DAMM’s foundation. They rocked, and rocked hard. The crowd was on their side as the blasted through one demonous sludgefest after another. They had a thunderous rhythm section and had guitar hooks galore. The crowd was in a frenzy moshing like it was a 1984 hardcore show. By the time they left the stage, the crowd wanted more. I felt bad for Wasteland of Sleep to play after these guys. They are definitely hitting their stride as a band.

After a short break, and some more mushroom risotto, Wasteland of Sleep hit the stage. At first, the band started coming in one instrument at a time teasing the audience. After one guitar, keys and vocals had started taking everyone into the first song, the entire band launched into a sonic assault that no one was prepared for. The first chorus hit the PA system with all five members singing in harmony as the instruments laid a soundscape that was hitting all of everyone’s senses. After three songs, I noticed my senses were heightened, and being manipulated by the music. It seemed everyone was under control of Kirsten Largo’s vocals and the sounds being generated from Nicke Coral’s electronic contraptions. The weaving sounds of bass, drums, and guitars on top along with all five members of the band singing had the audience held captive. They kept increasing their tempos and volume, and the intensity of the songs themselves as they worked into their set. After a good forty five minutes they reached a crescendo that seemed to be and orgasmic climax, as they then started reigning the sound back down to Earth. Whether the audience was slam dancing, or whirling feverishly, it seemed the band had them on puppet strings. As the backdrop of the stage started melting and dancing around, I was wondering what was in the risotto.

As the night developed, I thought that Squatcher would be the hit of the night. At the end, I would say that Wasteland of Sleep is a far superior band, as they know exactly what they’re doing and are determined to make sure the audience has an experience they won’t get seeing anyone else. The audience loved them, and screamed for more until they came out for two encores. If management didn't turn on the houselights, they would have played longer. Next time, I’ll pass on the risotto, and see if they are just as good.

Cyril Sneer


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Bwahahaha DAMM! Something tells me the charity proceeds goes to a bail fund
 
Thatbastarddon said:
Cyril Sreer is an A-hole….
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Transcript:

MILF Event Nearly Trampled By Local Hooligans “Squatcher”

Last Saturday’s Massachusetts Institute of Lichen and Fungus - Infectious Research Fund fundraising event was a musical feast, and a tribal triumph! But, it was also very nearly a horrific human disaster.
If not for the efforts of the exquisitely talented (and noted fungal supporters) “Wasteland of Sleep”, this event may have been a real rotter of a show. They took the stage as if they were floating, carried there by the immense sonic soundscape that would wrap the MILF crowd in to a state of complete ecstasy.
Alex(drums), and Jackie(bass), would provide a foundation of stone precision. While Nick(keys and all the cool toys), and Wolfgang(guitar) would build the theatre that would host the otherworldly talents of the phantasmagorically entranced Kristen “Key” Largo. She would go on to enchant the MILF crowd with her haunting vocal and guitar stylings.
The entire building was engulfed in a fungal bliss.

...Then, there came “Squatcher”...

The imposing figure of James “BoBo” MacFay made its way to the waiting drums, covering ground with seemingly impossible strides...
It sounded like a Louisville Slugger against a mighty oak when he clapped a single rimshot. The crowd snapped to attention, only to bear witness to a different kind of imposing entrance...The notoriously masked Don Dagger, and he was wielding a machete. As he reached his preferred stage position, he flicked the tip of the blade solidly in to the stage floor and stood, guitar at the ready, staring out into some imagined abyss. The crowd was frozen.
It was at this moment that I noticed two very lovely young ladies carrying racks of test tubes, and passing them out as “free flavor enhancers”...some strange promotion.
Then, with another massive Louisville crack of the drumsticks, Cliff “The Chemist” Barrman took to the stage. Thumping steadily driving bass attack. The bass drum joined him, driving steadily.
The crowd just stared wondering what was to come. I watched as a fleet of test tubes washed down the tension. Don Dagger plucked his machete from the stage floor, and scraped the back of the blade slowly down the strings of his trusty SG, and threw it back into its previous place in the stage floor just as a guttural howl bellowed from the PA!
The crowd gasped! I feared for my life! Randy “Gutter” Leahy took the stage. It was an all-out- sonic-assault on my senses! The crowd erupted! They actually liked this trash!
MILF raised $82K, far over their goal, and there were 14 arrests for lewd and lascivious behavior that night...I was flabbergasted...
~Cyril Sneer~


W H A T A D l C K!

We had such a blast at that show! All of us! (Except Cyril…he couldn’t even spell “Kirsten”, and he obviously has “a thing” for her.)
The fungal bliss served up by Wasteland of Sleep, and the genius of Cliff The Chemist’s “shooters”, made for an excellent evening! It all mixed so well!

✠ Don Dagger ✠
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Hahaha we can all support MILF research! Such a truly noble cause
 
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