Death From Above 1979 with Biblical live in concert (second show) at the Commodore Ballroom on November 21, 2011.
This is the show I've been waiting seven years for. As a high school senior, I became addicted to Death From Above 1979's brand of dance punk and noise rock.
I had the band's masterful and only full-length record, You're a Woman, I'm a Machine, playing on repeat constantly. The bass and rock duo are one of my all-time favourite musical acts and I was devastated when they disbanded a year later.
Their only show here before they split was a month before my nineteenth birthday, still underage, and unable to attend. I figured they'd be back soon. Who knew I'd have to wait seven years and a surprise reunion to finally see them tear it up live.
The crowd of—let's face it, mostly twentysomething male douche bags—couldn't wait past the opening moments of the first song to start an all out mosh pit. Everyone in the area was trampled, but no one seemed to care. It was controlled chaos with crowd surfing in full effect.
The floor of the Commodore Ballroom was dripping with sweat and spilled beer. It was ridiculous as the music blared. Mikala was right, it really was "deaf from above".
The ballroom pulsated with an incredible energy and feel. "Romantic Rights" tore the stage up with such sound and fury. Jesse and Sebastien recaptured the magic they had and were never able to replicate with the their other musical projects.
Probably my favourite contemporary rock song, "Black History Month", blasted early in the set and gave me a smile from ear to ear.
The tight hour-long set felt like considerably longer as Jesse jetted off to Venue nightclub across the way to DJ the after party.
It was an epic performance. Both my 18 and 25-year-old selves were imminently pleased by the insatiably energetic show.
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This is the show I've been waiting seven years for. As a high school senior, I became addicted to Death From Above 1979's brand of dance punk and noise rock.
I had the band's masterful and only full-length record, You're a Woman, I'm a Machine, playing on repeat constantly. The bass and rock duo are one of my all-time favourite musical acts and I was devastated when they disbanded a year later.
Their only show here before they split was a month before my nineteenth birthday, still underage, and unable to attend. I figured they'd be back soon. Who knew I'd have to wait seven years and a surprise reunion to finally see them tear it up live.
The crowd of—let's face it, mostly twentysomething male douche bags—couldn't wait past the opening moments of the first song to start an all out mosh pit. Everyone in the area was trampled, but no one seemed to care. It was controlled chaos with crowd surfing in full effect.
The floor of the Commodore Ballroom was dripping with sweat and spilled beer. It was ridiculous as the music blared. Mikala was right, it really was "deaf from above".
The ballroom pulsated with an incredible energy and feel. "Romantic Rights" tore the stage up with such sound and fury. Jesse and Sebastien recaptured the magic they had and were never able to replicate with the their other musical projects.
Probably my favourite contemporary rock song, "Black History Month", blasted early in the set and gave me a smile from ear to ear.
The tight hour-long set felt like considerably longer as Jesse jetted off to Venue nightclub across the way to DJ the after party.
It was an epic performance. Both my 18 and 25-year-old selves were imminently pleased by the insatiably energetic show.
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