I go through phases where I don’t necessarily loose my faith in new Rock & Roll, but feel a bit disillusioned with it. I ask myself, “What can you show me that hasn’t been done better by (fill in the name of any heavy 70’s legends here)?” Whenever I get that fatalistic feeling, the most sure fire way to become re-enchanted with the genre is to get out and hear some live music.
The limitations of a home stereo, and neighborly goodwill, often prevent us from hearing this music as it was intended: pants pissingly loud, that is. It is only at decibel levels frowned upon by doctors and mothers everywhere that one can truly commune with the spirit of Rock. After my pilgrimage to The Chapel on Thursday, my faith has been restored. Like so many TV evangelists, Black Mountain and supporting act zZz laid a healing hand on my withered musical spirit.