ROCKET SHOW REVIEW: SKRIBBLE at The Whisky A Go Go Friday, March 9th

Let me please cut to the chase right now. There is a new heavy metal titan that’s landed in the world, Dennerz. They go by the name of SKRIBBLE. It seems as if the ole pointy tailed one himself, Satan, dropped some of his seed in Sacramento, California and spawned one of the meaner, nastier, pissed off young heavy music acts the city of Los Angeles and The Whisky A Go Go have seen quite possibly since Suicidal Tendencies literally destroyed the ole Country Club back in the mid-80’s, cause of a riot my big brother happened to of started. The legendary tale on that one ends up with Cyco Mike Muir of ST driving a cadillac through the back of the joint after all the bouncers had been either knocked the hell out by the raging ST mob of pissed off fans… (it all began with a smaller ST boy getting manhandled by a big steroid-using security guard) or they were literally being held captive in the corner of the club, fearing for their perfect little bones.

What made this shit-kicking, unrelenting display of fury so poignant for me was that I thought the opening band, IQ whatever-the-hell, here this night deserved to be slapped with an over-sized Polish sausage (one-by-one) in the face, liken it to a Three Stooges bit, and then when they’ve all been duly brought to the ‘blacked out unconscious’ state intended, they’d be deposited in the nearest goddamn dumpster. Period.

The Whisky A Go Go needs to start working on booking more quality talent and not just allowing any garage band in the neighborhood to get up onto a legendary stage made famous by the like of Guns N Roses, The Doors and Motley Crue.

Skribble is clearly a black/death metal band unrivaled, with the exception of Goatwhore and Daath, amid each genres freshest crop of budding talents. Featuring a lineup of musicians that are a mirror reflection of the angry youth of today that are growing up quick in George W’s regime of world hatred. This band is not a home-starter-kit that just showed up to get played with either, they’ve already shared the stage with notable underground giants such as Cryptopsy, God Forbid, Bleed the Sky, Goatwhore and Skinlab to drop just a few on you all. The band launched into a diabolical track called ‘Steel Curtain’ to get it started right. And the crowd here this night ate it up from note one and craziness broke out immediately with swirling and flailing bodies.

Russ ‘The Beast’ of Skribble

Russ on lead guitar is called ‘The Beast’ and appropriately so, for this longhaired dude looks like Dimebag if he was much taller with a shorter, less the red dye, goatee… and plays like the fallen guitar God if he was jacked up on enough meth to stop a water buffalo in its own footsteps. Up next the band ripped through ‘Vomitorium’ and were able to actually pick up the frenetic pace they established by blowing everyone’s head off with the opening tune. That’s not easy to do. As a professional critic, when you see that and you have seen all the great metal acts over twenty five plus years as I have, well… you fuckin get a rock hard erection for the band you’re now head banging too. The band and crowd seemed to get more energetic with each moving moment, if one can believe that. The other guitarist, Cody, along with Jeff on bass and the high octane-fueled drumming from Hades of some ‘let all shit cut loose’ dude that’s been named Mike in the world but shoulda been christened ‘The Pulverizer’ at birth, were great to watch as they seemed all genuinely well received by every eyeball in the room quickly consumed by their extreme form of musical chaos.

You would think at some point, people would start passing out from the constant, unrelenting exahustion. I know I was ready to nearly lose all my senses at one point… and goddamit, I was only watching all of it from the upstairs level of the club. Next the band torched us all with ‘Newest Song’, ‘Revengence’ and then ‘Grotesque Mutiliation’, which seemed to be the crowd favorite as it certainly was mine. They were two fronters vocally for the band led by a sinner, Chad, and an even ‘more darkened beyond his years’ singer named Mike, both raging maniacs seeming to have enough combined stage presence to spare the next fifty mopes that take the platform here in the future. Both of them were incredible to watch, displaying uncanny talent to just take over everyone’s minds and imaginations around them. The band’s literal ‘Electric Funeral’ was ended with two of the angriest, venom-filled tunes you’re ever going to witness live, entitled ‘139’
‘B.T.K. (bind.torture.kill.)’. All in all I walked away from this scratching my chin, asking myself: “Did I just witness the new Superjoint Ritual of the metal world?” Indeed, I did.