Don't weep just yet, bloodhounds... Sure, our buddies in the PMFS camp have decided to call it a day, but unlike a lot of bands nowadays that just split up and alert their rabid fanbases by posting a lackluster BS post on their myspace page saying a quick "toodles, it's been fun" and sauntering off from whence they came, Planes have decided to grant us with a farewell US tour. And thank damn for that, cuz I missed them last time they slid through the area... But I still gotta throw a resounding "Ugh" out there on this one. There isn't many whiskey-soaked, raw powerhouses cutting their teeth on the rock'n'roll® game nowadays... and these dudes single-handedly made me wish i could grow my hair shittily long, swear off shirts, grow a fancy beer gut, cultivate a hellish beard, and speckle myself with arbitrary tattoos. Who's gonna make me wanna do that anymore?? Jerks.
But not only the surface mystique, these bruisers' music was even more importantly something to behold... it was gritty, it was passionate, it was coarse, and it was unforgiving. You all know how big of fans we here at the Belly are of anything with an element of 'dangerous' to it... and these guys simply brought the baptism by fire. And side note, they even have a song that is quickly gaining to be one of my personal faves, and coincidentally shares the same name of this very blog among blogs... Hella. And not only that, these guys had such a way with vernacular that was second to none. Obviously by picking one of the greatest band names in gnarhistory, but also with albums called "Up in Them Guts", "Fuck with Fire", "Spearheading the Sin Movement", "Knife in the Marathon", and songs with titles like "Knuckle Hungry", "Dying By Degrees", "Thunder in the Night Forever!", "To Spit a Sparrow", "Hollowpoint and Whiskey", "Killed by Killers who Kill Each Other", "Dancing on the Face of the Panther", and the aforementioned "Belly Full of Hell", these guys knew how to bring the radness, and make you wish you could embody a tenth of the sheer power and bullet-riddled nature these guys carried in their swagger.
So anyway, enough with my nonsense... These tried and true road-dogs are going to leave a giant hole in the heavy underground scene. Not only did they open my eyes to a lot of incredible bands that I wouldn't have found if they didnt drag 'em out on the road with them, but they had a tenacity and resilience that was truly an inspiration. See ya on Saturday, ya gnarly fucks... It will indeed be a funeral for a friend.
Planes Mistaken for Stars - "Spring Divorce"
No comments:
Post a Comment