Credit: Jack Venables
About ten or so years ago, Caligula’s Horse were a plucky young prog metal band from Brisbane, sharing the stage with equally obscure names: Voyager, for example. Now, six albums down they’ve been around the world and back and ready to set loose their latest and greatest body of work to date: Charcoal Grace.
Photo: Jeff Forney
To say Keith Morris is punk rock royalty is like pointing out Snoop Dogg is partial to the devil’s lettuce.
Lead singer in semi-demi-supergroup OFF! means he has been in three iconic punk and hardcore bands that crawled out of the sewers of LA: first as vocalist for Black Flag, then as rabble rouser deluxe for Circle Jerks. Known for his explosive performances as much as his long dreads, boilermaker’s cap and round Lennon glasses, there’s little of punk rock’s legacy he hasn’t left his grubby fingerprints on.
I did an interview with him at Hysteria Mag.
Courtney LaPlante of Spiritbox. Photo: Jordan Tan
Drifting through Knotfest as every black-shirted shouty music enthusiast in Melbourne did, we’re greeted with every pillar of our culture. Knotfest is the World Expo of everything dangerous, scary, and downright exhilarating. Some of us expected a lanky top-hatted twirly moustache guy to announce every weird and wonderful thing that was happening like we were in an open-air psycho circus.
“Roll up, roll up! See the incredible chainsaw-wielding juggler! Will they be carving up incredible feats, or their actual feet? In the squared circle, we have Burlysaurus taking on the squirrelly Mouth from the South – his Lariat-Jurassic Punch combo sends his opponents into the stone age!” Nope, no such luck. If that guy was indeed real, he should have been shrieking “Two stages only! No clashes!” at the top of his nicotine-scarred lungs. If those masks on Slipknot were actually washed once in a while, I’d kiss all their faces. Bless you, Slipknot. Er, by Satan of course.
Read the review at Hysteriamag.com
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