The day before I sobered up is one I’ll always remember, not so much sequentially, but more cerebrally than that. I was working at the thrift store at the time, directionless, unmotivated, blaming others for the problems I wasn’t addressing, and just squandering my life. It was a difficult job. When I wasn’t jumping into moldy trailers or being lambasted for working “slowly,” I was trash-compacting high-quality goods. Then… maybe a glimpse into something greater…
Just as my writing focus shifted away from thrifting, I’ve lost some interest in long-form nonfiction narration under the guise of concert reviews. They’ll still happen occasionally. Over the past month, I’ve written little more than thinking up an introduction to a hypothetical Metallica review: “Without exaggeration, I’ve listened to Symphony and Metallica while writing over 50% of the material I’ve uploaded here. Did they disappoint?” So let’s briefly cover this backlogged batch of 5 concert reviews.
Average Rating: ★★★☆☆ [3/5] [53 stars out of a 100 possible star rating]
Adjusted Rating: ★★★★☆ [4/5] [some excellence]
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Sirens wail at the end of Crack Sabbath sets, perhaps in case you weren’t already out of your seat. The ensemble, led by saxophonist Skerik, resembles more of a punk band playing jazz, or, the sort of jazz that had spunk like hard bop or Afrobeat before the genre retired with partial pension. That’s the thing, because as the name implies, they could tour with a traditional Black Sabbath cover band and hold pace.