Motograter ft. Astronaut, Shermans Ashes, & Kemical X

 

Kemical X was fronted by a short, older, long-haired man who was rocking four-inch leather platform boots, black eye shadow and lipstick, a leather vest, and a tank-top adorned with a huge pentagram—IS that a tank-top? Nope—it’s a tattoo of a pentagram, from neck to chest and shoulder to shoulder.

The rest of the band was similarly old and decked out, except for the incongruous lead guitarist who could only have been in his mid-twenties… He didn’t feel he was out of place though; he was having a blast. This hilarious and awesome-looking band played old school metal, dressed up with some well-placed screams amid the classic ‘80s vocals. With songs like “Violence And Pain,” “Train,” and “Acid Rain,” this band might have found a better reception in a dive bar in some weird part of Texas. Kemikal X let me know that I was in for a strange night.

After the shocking entertainment of the “X,” I found the next act, Shermans Ashes, to be a bit underwhelming. I was hoping for more make-up and more ridiculous songs about pain, but these guys opted for a more straight-up appearance and a more straight-up heavy metal sound. The guitarist’s solos were pristine, their White Zombie cover was awesome, and this drunk lady in the front kept diverting the singer with her own between-song banter—it was revealed at one point that her name was God. That’s right—God came to Lost On Main last Wednesday, and you missed it.

Astronaut wasn’t wearing make-up either, but I was prepared for that, having seen them before. The thought of Motograter in their infamous full-body paint was enough to placate the ‘90s nu-metal kid in me. Astronaut changed up the standard old-school style of the night with loud, weird, nasty, passionate noise. Being the youngest band of the night, they come from the more modern era of metal that accepts and supports screaming and playing really fast for entire song-lengths. The singer was like a stoned, discontented banshee. The drummer was like a falling avalanche, with the rest of the band providing the snow and thunder.

I left for a drink, returned to see another normal-looking group of guys setting up on stage… Oh—this is Motograter? No full-body paint?! WHAT THE FUCK!

“To address the elephant in the room,” the singer said, “We’re not in paint tonight. A couple of us are sick, one of us has this weird rash, and our manager told us, ‘Absolutely no paint tonight, boys.’ Sorry about that. Anyway, without further adieu…”

The six veterans of nu-metal exploded into their single “Suffocate,”, chock-full of every nu-metal cliché—rapping during verses, screaming chants, and drop-tuned guitars. Not fazed in the slightest by the night’s low attendance, Motograter was having more fun up there than all three opening bands combined. “Tonight feels more like a house party, doesn’t it?” the singer said, and the crowd quickly caught the vibe and started partying. Lost On Main’s much-improved stage, which is about twice as big and much better placed than the last one, was a good fit for this rowdy, cheerful sextet. Motograter obviously love their fellow band members, and they obviously enjoy what they do. It was pretty cool to watch, and I left feeling grateful that I had experienced it.

Howl was born in the wastes north of Hithlum, where only beasts and witches dare roam. He was raised by two old hags, Tabby and Wiles, who had an unhealthy fascination towards the literary arts. Howl now resides in a well-furnished cave off South Rim Trail, complete with an old iBook and Wi-Fi.

Comments

  1. Michael "The Kidd" Stewart says:

    Awesome man!!! Glad you enjoyed the set!!!