Words & Images by: Chris Pacifico
Stinking Lizaveta :: 09.07.07 :: Rex's :: West Chester, PA
Dirty, grimy, and drunk as a poet on payday is a perfect way to spend a Friday night in West Chester, better known as the "Dub C" and Rex's is the place to be. To get things rockin' and poppin', West Chester's own Mammal plugged in and cranked it to 11 with their bastardly boogie metal, rocking out to their rip roaring jaunt "Mudgoblin" through a plume of cigarette smoke. Cheap ass pounders of Pabst's Blue Ribbon were the night's preferred nectar, as they are every night at Rex's, where a sloshed crowd screams out "Wooo!" while lifting their fists in the air. "Stalemate" fanned the flames of the revelers energy with a Thin Lizzy-meets-Clutch party hardiness before churning out a cover of Pink Floyd's "Astronomy Domine."
| Cheshire Agusta :: Stinking Lizaveta|
The blood alcohol levels got good 'n' pickled before Stinking Lizaveta stepped on stage. Yanni Papadopoulos is one of this generation's unsung guitar luminaries, his wailing axe reaching that "levitation feeling," as he described it to JamBase earlier on in the summer. Papadopoulos' chords pierced the ears, especially when he rubbed his teeth against his pickups and began to howl into them.
Their setlist included the zigzagging "Gravitas" and the thundering title track from their recent release, Scream of the Iron Iconoclast. Yanni's brother, Alexi, threw his all into plucking away with fury on the electric standup bass, seeping into the landslide feel of his tremors while drummer Cheshire Agusta was sweating bullets and going to town on the skins and cymbals. Her drum kit was located front and center, with Yanni to the right and Alexi to the left, displaying how this self dubbed "doom jazz" trio perpetuates a special blend of jammy, metal-laced, instrumental harmony.
| Yanni Papadopoulos :: Stinking Lizaveta|
Yanni's guitar and his brothers bass smashed into each other like two massive rams getting a running start before crashing their antlers together, followed by Agusta's drums that came in out of nowhere like a wrecking ball. When mixed up, the demolition was so intense and beautiful that a member of the crowd - a musician handing out fliers for one of his bands gigs – shouted, "I hate you for being so good".
"To the Sun" was revved up like a Harley going full speed down a barren highway, and "Secrets of the Past" was a psychedelic mire that cast a hypnotic spell on the ears. With the monitors cranked up, Stinking Lizaveta was as pungent as ever.
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