- The Bends - Love On The Event Horizon
- "Cold World" (Siege)
- Chemical Marriage
- "24.000 Baci" (Adriano Celentano)
- The Bends - Panic In Blue
- "Love In Space" (Peter Thomas)
- Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz
- Desert Search for Techno Allah
- Carry Stress in the Jaw
- "Muscoli Di Velluto" (Ennio Morricone)
- Everyone I went to High School with is Dead
- Secret Song
Melt Banana Review
Well, for the most part, it was a GREAT show. First, i would like to say that the Melt Banana is not that bad. I went there expecting the worst from them, but they are not so bad. The only thing I dont really like is that the singer cant sing and most of the songs sound the same. A neat thing I noticed were the simalarities between their songs and some songs on the "John Zorn/Naked City" album.( I am not comparing them!!!! ) But, they are a pretty good band....even though the Melt Banana drummer borrowed Danny's drum set.... Has he been using Danny's drum set for the whole tour? Well, i'm just giving them the credit i think they deserve after all the "get the fuck off the stage!" I heard.
Okay- now for Mr. Bungle!! They put on a great show. From what I heard, William Winants parents came to the show. Alot went on tonight, so i'll give you the highlights!
I was suprised to see that the audience wasnt the hundreds of Mike Patton teen idol girls like the last tour. Most of the crowed was very pleased and knew the new album quite well. A few assholes (very very few) called for "My ass is on fire!!!" But that was as bad as it got. The fans seem to appreciate the new stuff alot. I was worried that by touring playing 99% new stuff would alienate the listening audience, but in southern california, that doesnt seem to be a problem.
Mike gets mad
Yes, Mike Patton wasnt too happy at this show either....he got really pissed that treys geetar kept making too much feedback...Besides that, he seemed upset about something or someone for much of the show.
He's great. Enough said.
My personal highlight was when Trevor Dunn sang Tony Bennet during song #13. Very cool.
KIIS FM spoils the fun
Well, stupid KIIS FM (local Rap/Hip Hop radio station) has some dance party the night of bungle. DAMN THEM! Mr. Bungle was only allowed to play untill 10:30 P.M. But as cool as they are, they played all the way to 10:30.....
It was a good show!!!!!!
So i get this call from heifetz on friday night -- "do you think anyone up there could drive down 5 boxes of shirts in time for the l.a. show?" seems the dallas hotel screwed up their mail and they had no shirts for the big show at the Palace. i thought, "what the hell" and was on the road before midnight. we, my friend cory and i, get there at 6 a.m. and spend the day record shopping and eating. it's warm but the sky is uniformly grey. yuck. by 7 p.m. we get to the venue and the big bouncer says, "are you windy? well, just in time!" we walk into the place (a very nice looking venue inside, lots of sitting rooms and a cafe etc) and bungle is soundchecking. mike is saying "feedback again! every fucking show..." in a very tired voice. this has been a problem all tour, i learned. the whole band waves; they're such nice boys. danny pretends to hide behind a cymbal so i pretend to hide behind the only other guy standing on the floor, this big hulk-ish character.
you don't need to know this, but after soundcheck cory and i tried to find somewhere to eat and we walked and walked for like 10 blocks and there is no place to sit down and eat in hollywood! fuck!
starving, we re-enter the venue in time for melt banana, who were great in a very punkrock way. short songs, very powerful, accessible. nobody yelled "go back to japan!", as danny said people in other cities have done. the crowd this night was cool and respectful, although nobody danced or even moved their backward baseball-cap-clad heads. (there was a shortlived, halfhearted attempt at a moshpit, though.)
when bungle took the stage, this huge cheer goes up from the crowd. people were so happy! most of the folks in the front row had these big goofy grins plastered on their faces, sang along with the songs, even kind of scatted and mumbled when mike was just going off into spaceland with the lyrics. in my opinion, willie winant totally makes the band. his big cymbal crashes and other percussive fills and beats made the music more full and interesting. the use of keyboards and samples by the other band members also worked really well. i was proud of them! heifetz thought this was the best show yet.
as for songs, i never remember the names of them but they did do "travolta" (h-u-g-e crowd reaction).
after the show i got major entertainment value out of watching heifetz sign autographs as he exited the venue. the band was loaded up in their van and rent-a-truck, waiting for mike and each of them wearing clean socks (new pairs of socks are in bungle's rider!). there were about 50 people lingering, including these 2 icky PJs (patton jonesers) clad in vinyl pants and vinyl bustiers, their stomachs hanging out, clinging to each other like a calvin klein ad, who kept saying, "mike! mike! take us with youuuuu..." ugh.
the next morning at breakfast we got to see sean penn smoking and eating a big plate of shrimp, but i would have to say that the highlight of the weekend was not that, but the comment i heard during a particularly cool and dark part of bungle's set : "what's with this fuckin' interlude music, man?"
Windy (Aquarius Records - San Francisco)
Mr. Bungle played at the Palace in Hollywood, a spacious club complete with ballroom floor and hanging disco balls.
Tokyo's Melt Banana opened the show at about 8:00. All of their songs sounded pretty much the same, with rapid-fire death metal rythym accentuated by screeching guitars and a female vocalist who seemed to be grunting the same Japanese phrase over and over again. I thought they had a really good energy, though and their guitarist, who looked like an old Chow Yun-Fat complete with Incredible Hulk haircut, was doing some amazing stuff, like ignoring his fretboard half the time.
After Melt Banana's set ended, the roadies started setting for Bungle and I guess Patton is a roadie now because he set up his own weird contraption of mikes. It was pretty cool seeing him kneeling on the end of the stage in his gas station attendant's uniform messing around with this giant rack of microphones.
It was a little after 9:00 when the band entire casually strolled onto the stage. Trey was wearing the top half of a Michael Meyer's mask and sunglasses, Trevor was donned with Mysterious Professional Wrestler Headgear, Theo had this crazy, garish thing over his face right out of Time Bandits, Patton was still in Gas Attendant mode sans mask and Hefitz (I think) left himself uncovered as well.
They opened with Part I of the Bends, Man Overboard. Trevor was on stand-up bass complete with bow string and Mike was squatting away from the audience muttering "The Bends..." I thought that they were going to play the entire song, but then they suddenly launched into some death metal crunch number which I couldn't identify. This riled up the crowd who then let out a roar of appreciation when Chemical Marriage began. Very cool.
Trey was alternating between guitar and keyboards, Trevor was moved almost exclusively to electronic bass, Patton would squat behind his rack of microphones then calmly rise up like some undead creature of the night and carefully switch mikes. Bar must've wandered onto the stage at some point, because he and Theo were playing every conceivable kind of woodwind, brass and keyboard instrument between them while Heifitz smashed the hell out of his drums.
After Chemical Marriage, Bungle played what sounded like Violenza Domestica, but kind of wandered into a poppy Latin American number. This was followed immediately by Phlegmatics which was plagued by vocal problems, which I didn't bother me, but apparently bugged the hell out of Mike who finally screamed "What's up with the fuckin' feedback?" They abruptly ended the song with a beautifully anitclimactic "Anyway." We all went nuts as Theo introduced the techie who was attending Mike's mikes.
Bungle segued into the second movement of The Bends: The Drowning Flute.
Then came Travolta and the floor just exploded. It was kind of funny seeing the audience trying to jump and down to the beat of Bungle song who's beat keeps changing. Theo went off on some crazy Sax improvisation and Patton was even singing in that old nasal voice of his. Cool! Then some crowd surfer landed on my head, crunching my vertebrate and compressing my spine. I had to go to the hospital, but not before I heard them play Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz. Bummer.
I attended the Mr. Bungle concert at the Palace in Los Angeles this past Saturday (Dec. 9). This was the first time I had ever heard Mr. Bungle. I went for the sole reason of seeing John Zorn perform live for the first time. I had little previous knowledge about Mr. Bungle, so I went with few preconceptions.
First of all, I have to say the opening band was awesome. It was a group from Japan called Melt Banana. The band was very together, and it was a energetic set of noise and riffs. It consisted of a lead singer who "sang" (or rather "exclaimed") in English (not in Japanese, as a previous post suggested), guitarist, bass (a petite femme who was a ball of fire), and a drummer. Tunes were fast and short, reminiscent of some Naked City I've heard. This group made an outstanding impression on me. After the concert, the lead singer and bass player were outside selling their CD's and vinyl singles (yes, vinyl). The CD is just as good as the live performance, just not as loud and distorted (at least on my stereo system).
Although I didn't realize it at first, I got a taste of things to come standing in line before the concert. First of all, I was suprised that when I got to the concert, it was sold out. Then I realized this may have been because of lead singer Mike Patton from Faith No More. Standing in line, there were street musicians in gruesome masks walking up and down the street. Well, when Mr. Bungle performed, over half the musicians were in masks (with the exception of the lead singer, the percussionist, and John Zorn). I think some of the audience did not know what to expect. I think many thought they were going to get a Faith No More-ish concert. The moshers didn't mosh much (because the intermittant "moshablility" of the music) and the sometimes irreverant audience would yell out for Faith No More songs between songs. But there were the Mr. Bungle fans who showed their appreciation by chanting "Bungle" at several times during the concert.
The music itself was very Zorn-ish. It seemed to be very episodic, moving from mood to mood, style to style. What is so remarkable is the ease at which the group was able to perform an extremely clean and energetic show. What the group lacked was some stage presence, but that did not bother me because I was there to listen. Let there be no doubt, there was not a hack in the group. Even when Zorn switched to play drums for the encore and the drummer to the keyboards, there was no change in the intensity of the music. While it may be at times difficult to classify what was heard as "music", the sounds produce were definitely creative and imaginative. I would dare those who call the music of Mr. Bungle just a bunch of noise to try to assemble a song that would remotely have the continuity (or lack of, depending on the intended effect) of the songs performed by Mr. Bungle. Mr. Bungle far exceeded my expectation, and Melt Banana left no less of an impression.