I adventured out late Easter evening to pray to the gods of creativity and catch some live music out in Fullerton ca. My guide for the night was the under ground guru of the Los Angeles music scene, Drew Yuen, of Lo-Pie.
We traversed the barren wasteland of urban distopia that is LA and arrived safely in the haven that was Continental Room in Fullerton CA, a dark velvety bar full of leather, brass studs, deep red lights and a perfect stage a classy plush curtain, stylish and seedy at the same time.
There were four bands playing to celebrate the resurrection of the most famous zombie of my time, Jesus Christ. Two bands captivated my attention.
The Shrills. This set was mind numbing, not like television mind numbing, but like staring into the depth of the Milky Way galaxy mind numbing, or zooming through a fractal at near light speed mind numbing. It is the only time I have ever had a wine glass shattered on my chest, and probably the most I will ever enjoy getting glass objects hurled at me. Good thing Dan grabbed me a beer before their set or I may have found it in my warm heart to be slightly offended, instead I felt like a jerk for not dancing more. Check them out here:

It is always enjoyable when the band becomes part of the crowd
To finish the show Death Hymn Number 9 took to the phononic field and resonated that shit so hard someone punched the antique cigarette machine just to get some blood up in the mix. There is a vast fundamental difference between the shows where people dance, actually dance, compared to the room full of half there head bobbers.
This musical gathering had a thick atmosphere, humid with the of love for music. Thanks for keeping my mind blown!