Blunt Force Trauma
I sat in the photo-pit about 20 minutes before Cavalera Conspiracy were due to hit the stage. I always find this to be a calm time before hell is unleashed. It gives me a chance to get a feel for things, check out the lights and prematurely plan my camera settings. Of course, those plans get thrown out of the window pretty damn quickly but you do need to keep your wits about you because your three song limit comes and goes in the blink of an eye.
Regardless, I always find myself listening to the punters behind me. Some of the shit I have heard blows me away every time. But I sit there. Quietly. Observing. Listening and so often wanting to correct a bit of misinformation my ear has caught.
And the routine of getting the stage ready for the band has almost become a cliché. The drum check. The guitars. The mics. All in regular monotony. Once the roadie flashes his torch to the sound and lighting guys… that’s your cue. It’s showtime.
I now know full well why Cavalera Conspiracy called their last album ‘Blunt Force Trauma’. The minute the band hit the stage and Igor Cavalera’s drums kicked into full throttle, it literally felt like I had been kicked in the guts and pummelled to hell and back. I honestly felt my heart rattle in my rib-cage as the band took it to a whole new level of pure, pounding Metal. Fuck me, they sounded so good!
I caught myself getting totally sucked into the music last night in between taking photos. I was loving every single second of this gig and it is just so damn good seeing Max and Igor in a band together.
Tonight the band blitzed through the first three songs before one could fully settle into the zone. But you do the best you possibly can because you do have an extremely limited time in that pit before being escorted out.