Extra Action Marching Band, Itchy-O Marching Band, Moe! Staiano, Donkey
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Better than: Watching some rockstars on a stage.
Saturday night's marching-band experience was all about sensory overload, full mind/body immersion, coming together in ecstatic ritual. The solo warm-up acts set the tone by lining up then summarily subverting expectations. First, Donkey keyed in heavy synth riffs on his laptop and pounded monster grooves on a trap set. He wore a big, blonde, heavy-metal wig. He pretended like the audience wasn't there, and in doing so, he made us voyeurs to his rock godness, which a shirtless Moe! Staiano soon obliterated.
Staiano married savage drums and razor electro-textures with extended techniques (e.g., hammering a baseball bat that hammered his snare; fretting a prone electric guitar with drumsticks). His rebuttal to Donkey: no separation between man and machine. Staiano's performance projected constant forward motion, the ever-flowing rhythm of life: loud, messy, and profound. We watched with wide eyes, gaping mouths, ears already ringing from the immensity of the sound.