Telegram&Gazette August 15, 2002 –Scott McLennan |
Written by Scott McLennan | |
Thursday, August 15 2002 | |
![]() This weird little scene has been playing itself out at The Lucky Dog Music Hall in Worcester. Now that The Deadites can pack that room, it’s shooting for a larger place to convene what it calls The Deadites’ Secret Twilight Society. Thus, the band is set to play the upstairs room at The Palladium, 261 Main St., Worcester, tomorrow. The all-ages show begins about 7 p.m. and features opening sets by Average White Boys and Livesexact. The Deadites consists of Habeeb and Matrix on vocals, Ethan Magloofabits on bass, Tiny Wight and Silica on keyboards and other hunks of electronic equipment, and The Vigilante on percussion and additional electronic gizmos. While swaddled in secrecy, there is something familiar about The Deadites. Habeeb, Magloofabits, Silica and Matrix bear striking resemblances to people seen around the Worcester music scene for a few years. Wight and Vigilante look like nobody in particular because they wear masks. The Deadites’ sounds fuses edgy electronica, Gothic gloom, metallic mayhem and pretty polka into a package that puts Rob Zombie and Trent Reznor on notice. At one recent show drum cymbals were set on fire, a pizza was delivered to the band during it’s show and a werewolf attacked the group as it played. That final scuffle drew Lucky Dog bouncers into the fray, with nobody certain what the heck was going on. It’s a hellishly good time, but beware: The Deadites will be happy to collect your money, but what they really want it your soul. Or at least your e-mail address for the contact list it maintains at thedeadites.com ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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I'm friggin' pissed!
Someone ate my last half gallon of vanilla bean ice cream that I had in the sub-zero walk-in freezer. It was clearly labeled "TINY WIGHT's VANILLA BEAN ICE CREAM, ASSHOLE. NO TOUCHY."
I just got back from the grocery store with all these sundae fixin's and now I'm standing here with MUD on my face. Whoever took that ice cream, I swear to you "I will punch your fucking lights out".
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