The whole RDU Music crew will be out and about for the entirety of the festival. Come catch us at some of Thursday’s notable shows including Big Thief, Kayo Dot, and The Brian Jonestown Massacre.
Tropidelic Sign to Pepper’s LAW Records
Now On Tour
Cleveland, OH’s Tropidelic may be far from any tropical islands but that doesn’t stop them from dishing out an interesting mix of reggae, hip – hop and high energy funk for audiences across the country.
The six-piece band has signed with Pepper’s LAW Records for their forthcoming 2017 release, “Heavy is The Head” which will be released on November 10. The album will be available for pre-order on October 13. See artwork and tracklist below.
“Our socio-political views vary as much as our musical tastes and always seep into the music,” says frontman Matthew Roads. “There’s certainly a lot that needs to be said, but on this record we tried to be well-rounded and touch on a broad scope of emotions.”
Tropidelic has a deep and widespread appreciation for music that can be heard in each note. Some of the members are hip-hop heads, while others are into metal, funk or reggae. But each of these genres lends something to their collective sound. “We pride ourselves in being original in our musicality and personality as a band,” says Roads, “but also in not taking ourselves so seriously that it ruins the fun.”
These seasoned road dogs can be found spreading their soulful sound across the country in both intimate venues and music festivals, having shared the stage with and supported such acts as Slightly Stoopid, Pepper, Sugar Ray, Dirty Heads, The Wailers, Passafire, Ballyhoo! and many more. Previously, Tropidelic has been featured at Werk Out Festival, Reggae on the River, Night Lights Music Festival, an appearance at Warped Tour, SXSW and supporting Badfish through the East and Midwest.
For the remainder of 2017, expect to the see the band focused on headlining tours and festival dates in support of the new record.
Check out Tropidelic’s latest video “Hey Now”, here: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=44QyIUMoccU.
- Through The Fire
- Come Back To Me
- All Rise
- All We Had
- Shopping For A Savior
- Ode To 37
- Back To Life
- The Brave Don’t Run
- From The Other Side
- Welcome To My Head *** Bonus Track ***
- On My Knees *** Bonus Track ***
Shotguns, beer kegs, smoking guitars, deer skulls, Old Crow whiskey, Les Pauls and Marshalls, if this is your kind of thing make sure to catch Scattered Hamlet at one of the following dates:
July 18 Sioux Falls, SD (Bigs Bar)
July 19 Wichita, KS (Elbow Room)
July 26 Phoenix, AZ (The Blooze)
July 28 Oklahoma City, OK (Thunder Alley)
Deftones at Red Hat Amphitheater Raleigh, North CarolinaYou know it is summertime when RDU Music finally puts on shorts and ponies up the $12 for Yeungling tall boys at Red Hat. This time just so happened to be for one of our all-time favorite bands, Deftones.
Three Trapped Tigers
As gate security was touching me in my no-no zone, Three Trapped Tigers were bringing their synthy, breathy, instrumental rock all the way from foggy Londontown. They sounded as if Horse the Band “sold out” and met up with Chon to get, like, hella blazed and just totally chillax, you know, but still managed to write some good Minus the Bear-style jamz. They played a good set, which is no easy feat when you are opening for huge bands at an amphitheater. They must have a dope manager to get on this stacked bill for their first time in the states. Cheers, mates.
Thrice has aged well, despite the fact that literally everyone I know prefers their early work. Their entire catalog drips with emotion and solid song structure though, so I can’t complain too much that their set consisted of mostly new material, but you are about to set off on a huge amphitheater tour with some of the biggest bands in rock. Did you maybe think that you should dust off the old bangerzzz that everyone wants to hear? [Deftones didn’t play a single song off of their latest release, and that record is very good. More on that later. -Ed.] I just feel like that was a missed opportunity to really go out there, play the most beloved hits from your storied, near-20-year career. Really kick the fucking door in and remind everyone that Thrice is still a kick-ass band, you know? Especially when you only get 8 songs. Instead, they went with the, “Hey, please buy our new record, guys,” strategy, which was met with lukewarm regard from rock fans who had not yet quite caught a buzz in the soupy Southern heat. What a shame.
Dustin Kensrue is still one of the more underrated front men in rock. [Though Lan thinks he is Nickelback-y. -Ed.] If the world were a just place, Rise Against would be opening for Thrice but radio appeal is a palpable thing, especially for amphitheater shows. RA hammers that nail despite being the inferior band. [#sorrynotsorry RA fans. It’s only gonna get worse from here. -Ed.]
Going into their set, I underestimated the sheer amount of fans that were in attendance solely to see Rise Against. They received one helluva crowd reaction when they took the stage. For not being a fan of their band, they still put on a fun and energetic show. I just cannot come to terms with all the fans that left after their set. I saw a lot of boyfriends nodding along politely while their girlfriends went crazy for Tim McIlrath and co. That is why Rise Against has roughly 1.5 million more FB likes than Deftones. [Criminal. -Ed.]
I did see the sweetest bf in the row ahead of us though. His girl was jumping around, really getting into Rise Against. So much that she almost lost her phone so she put it in her purse and was gonna set it on the seat but he took it and held it for her. D’aww. She was having the time of her life while he did it all for the nookie. And was probably a Nickelback fan. [No judgment. They write hits. Straight up. -Ed.] But then they left 3 songs into Deftones so fuck ’em in the ear.
Partway through the set, Tim decided to break it down and “tell us about America.” Rise Against might just be the softest activism of all time. Like activism for attractive people. Not that their message isn’t important, it’s just old hat. Or maybe I am just old hat. [Mind = blown. -Ed.] He spouted such aphorisms as, “Resist the urge to bury your head in the sand,” and “I can’t put my finger on it but there is a reason we are all here tonight.” [Yeah, it’s called, “Deftones.” #yaburnt -Ed.]
I will say that I am a sucker for the portion of a set where the frontman takes the stage by himself to play a heartfelt solo electric guitar track. Tim killed it on that one but to me, Rise Against and Deftones just don’t overlap in the Venn diagram of my heart, so I was ready for them to vacate the stage and get Deftones up there.
I hadn’t seen Deftones in 17 years. I also hear that had not played Raleigh in 16 years. For the first 10 years of their existence, I used to say that they were the best band of that era. (I still do.) As the pages of the calendar fell one by one, I never stopped loving each new Deftones release. I had just filled my life with countless other bands. Seeing Deftones in 2017 rekindled my 20+ year infatuation with them and will likely go down in history as my favorite show of the year.
As the stagehands were doing their thing, I scanned the crowd, as I am wont to do. There was an interesting mix of graying beards, Carolina Rebellion faithful, and girls who took great care in not letting their fathers see their outfits before leaving the house. My favorite though was the over-30 fella carrying a Hello Kitty backpack, followed by his daughters who were adorably holding each others’ hands so as to not get separated, with his super Goth wife bringing up the rear, noticeably stoked that the sun had gone down a mere 2 minutes before she came out of hiding. They looked like a fun, modern, counterculture family. I wanted to share a bottle of wine with them and discuss how music just ain’t what it used to be.
I was ripped from my reverie as Deftones kicked the door in and announced that they were ready to burn this motherfucker down by opening with fan-favorite rager, “Headup,” which they had used as a set closer for a good portion of the late 90s. Deftones proceeded to outclass all of their opening bands combined in the first two minutes. The energy and intensity of the crowd skyrocketed as they segued right into “My Own Summer (Shove It).” I was instantly teleported back to 1997. All the old emotions of my formative teen years came flooding back as I lost myself in Chino’s trademark banshee shriek, which sounded as fresh as it did 20 years ago.
The setlist was strictly limited to only two pairs of back-to-back Deftones albums: Around the Fur to White Pony and then Diamond Eyes to Koi No Yokan. No jumping around from raw Adrenaline-era scorchers to artsy Saturday Night Wrist experiments made for an interesting and oddly cohesive overall aesthetic. The majority of songs (5) came from Diamond Eyes, which happens to be a favorite of mine. Deftones also took a cue from my rulebook: If you are headlining an amphitheater tour with $50+ tickets and $12 beers, you had better bring your hits, which they totally did, especially in the back half of the set with a stunning trifecta of “Change (In the House of Flies)” into “Passenger” (with Rise Against’s Tim taking the stage to masterfully sing Maynard’s parts) before majestically transitioning into “Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away).” I was stunned.
I seldom look up a band’s setlists for previous nights of the tour because I love experiencing the moment when I can feel the set about to wrap up and am left to wonder what classic song will be used to cap off an excellent evening. On this particular night in Raleigh, Deftones decided to close with the rough and tumble “Rocket Skates,” defying the most jaded of music journalists [Cough. -Ed.] to, “fuck with me,” leaving us to “drown underneath the stars” and “drink with our weapons in our hands.”
RDU Music is back to kick off the 2017 summer concert season with coverage of the venerable Scott “Wino” Weinrich’s first love, The Obsessed.
Boasting an impressive pedigree of local acts, openers Lightning Born have fused together into a surprisingly cohesive unit for being such a new band. Although that should be unsurprising since its members have done time in COC, The Hell No, Demon Eye, and RDU Music faves, Mega Colossus.
Up next was Ohio’s Lo Pan, taking their name from the evil sorcerer in Big Trouble in Little China, and bringing their own brand of stoner rock to the riff-hungry Pour House crowd. Lo Pan employed an interesting yet obvious-when-you-think-about-it stage setup in which the drum kit and frontman swapped positions, leaving vocalist Jeff Martin to hang back, allowing the crowd to focus on the more animated members of the band. At that time, I thought that setup was odd but the more I pondered it, the more it made sense. What are you really watching a vocalist do? As a “music journalist,” I always find myself paying more attention to a drummer’s go-go-gadget arms or a shredder’s guitar-histrionics anyway so you do you, Lo Pan. That led me down the rabbit hole of pondering the perceived necessity of vocalists in metal across the board. For a band like Lo Pan, sure. But for Dying Fetus? Your indecipherable “vocals” sound like farts and bring nothing to the table.
My fellow RDU Music mates demonstrated some rather witty commentary during Lo Pan’s set that I have dutifully shared here via screenshot. [The mean things we say about bands in the moment are priceless but are generally so catty that I fear we will alienate any band that decides to grace the greater Triangle area with their presence if I print them. Then I look at our paltry website traffic and remember that I have nothing to worry about. -Ed.]
Closing out the opening acts was a great set by instrumental stoner rock vets, Karma to Burn. Boasting the mantle of “Only Band I Can Name From West Virginia,” K2B really nails the payoff that many instrumental bands find so challenging: Bringing it back home at the end of a song. They are at the top of their game. Also, their drummer is a human personification of Animal from the Muppets. It was uncanny. Unfortunately, I must give him a demerit for the wood block on his kit. I find it funny when you drag a piece of gear all the way across the country for just one bridge of one song. Either way, K2B’s riffs were dank and their set closer was a straight banger.
I could tell that photog extraordinaire Lan was in good spirits as he would return to my basecamp and regale me with tales of his photography in the wild. “I think I kneeled on a sanitary napkin.” The Pour House, ladies and gentlemen! Don’t forget to tip your waitress. He also confessed that instead of Karma to Burn, he thought we were seeing Mission of Burma. Nothing against the night’s lineup (which was solid, through and through) but if Mission of Burma were playing the Pour House, I would have dashed up front with a raging, mega-huge fanboy boner. I love me some Signals, Calls, and Marches.
After a positively riffy night of beers and patented RDU Music shenanigans, we were ready to strap in and witness one of the greats do his thing with The Obsessed. And I can testify that Wino was born to solo. It is so effortless and he manages to do it with the most lustrous mane of silver hair that I have ever seen. Most touring bands are lucky to be blessed with two showers a month which leads me to believe that Wino employs a team of fabulous stylists, akin to what an artist like Madonna might bring with her. [It’s true. I fact-checked the hell out of it. -Ed.] New bassist Reid Raley has his beverage game on lock down. He had 9 drinks laid out in a row on the banister in what appeared to be in order of potency. Well played.
It’s impressive how fresh and relevant the Obsessed sounds after all these years. Wino is out there every day proving that metal is timeless, and not only because he looks like he time-traveled straight from 1979. May his fiery riffs outlive us all.
Way Back Wednesday
October 7, 2016 – Memorial Auditorium – Raleigh, North Carolina
What was original scheduled to be a street show at the Lincoln Theater, was moved over to Memorial due to Hurricane Matthew. As usual, I was excited for my favorite day of the year, Clutch Day. This year however, was going to be the best one yet. Thanks to the success of our site here, your humble RDU photographer was able to secure photo credentials for the show. The show itself was excellent. The venue has spectacular sound, usually reserved for more traditional acts. As Neil pointed out at the start “Who let us in here? This is classy!”
The band went on to play both old and new. They always do a great job of entertaining fans from all eras. Setlist was as follows:
Before I could get around to editing these photos and putting together a review of the show I was met with not one but two deaths in my family. Needless to say it has taken me time to get around to editing these photos that remind me of such loss. With that time my memory of the show is hazy at best. So let me just conclude to say, NO ONE cares more about their craft than Clutch, and a Clutch show is ALWAYS a great time no matter the circumstance.
Wednesday, November 30th, 2016 – Motorco – Durham
The crisp autumn air reminds me that RDU Music is approaching the end of another concert season. Sure, bands still swing through in the winter but our collective appetite for leaving the house when the weather is cold nears rock bottom. But if there is one thing that will postpone our annual hibernation, it’s dank-ass riffs. It’s a good thing they were being bandied about Durham last Wednesday at Motorco by Red Fang, Torche, and Whores.
This was an interesting bill for me. I have seen both Red Fang and Torche a couple of times each. I was already aware that they know how to bring the thunder but I was most excited for Whores. They had just released both of their EPs for free on Bandcamp the week before, so I was spinning them religiously. Then I bought their raucous new full-length, Gold, to make sure I knew what I was getting myself into. I spun all three that afternoon at my soul-crushing office job in order to make damn sure that I was fully prepared for all the dirty riffs. Whores. did not disappoint.
The entire RDU Music staff rolled into Durham, ready to light the town on fire. For about 15 minutes or until we got tired. Whichever came first. We met up with friend of the program and riff aficionado, Nate, and made for the bar. There was no way we were leaving the house on a Wednesday without drinking. C’mon, son. We also ran into new friend of the program, Doug. [That’s right, ladies and germs. Hitch your wagon to the RDU Music rising star. We’re going places. -Ed.] Up first was Atlanta-based noise merchants, Whores. I’m gonna level with you here, folks: I was most excited to see how Whores. translated to a live setting. Goddamn, was I impressed. They won the night without even trying. Pure rawk, no pretense. Their bio says it best: We were in other bands. Now we’re in this band. Soon we will all be deaf. Commercially moribund, second wave, first class, good times, bad vibes. I got chills.
Whores. came out and kicked the fucking door down. I was prepared for some rawk but I was not prepared to be blown away after the first 5 minutes. Frontman Christian’s high E broke midway through the set but we all know that string is expendable when you bring the noise. He switched out guitars and didn’t miss a beat. Keep your eyes peeled for Whores. as they cut a swath through this great(ish) country of ours. Whores. take no prisoners and are incapable of turning down the volume.
Lan also astutely pointed out that Christian looked like he had a case of the donkeys.
Liz Lemon: Still haven’t found your wallet, Kenneth?
Kenneth Parcell: Yeah, and I realize I had a prescription in there that I really need. It keeps me from…
[Starts convulsing and braying]
Kenneth Parcell: Don’t worry, it’s just a donkey spell.
Next up was Torche, a band I have been following since they dropped their first full-length on Robotic Empire back in ’05. They also put out records on Hydra Head and Relapse. With that kind of label pedigree, you know they are legit. Unfortunately, they had an off-night in Durham. I was drinking so I didn’t keep up with the setlist but I wonder if they simply spread themselves too thin. With such a rich and varied back catalog, I found myself getting lost in the movements. Setlist.fm let me down this time so I can’t verify but I feel like Torche’s set jumped around too much and never got a chance to gel with each era of their sound. I would have been stoked to hear 3 off of Meanderthal, 3 off of my personal favorite, Songs for Singles, and then 3 off of Restarter. That would have added a thread of cohesion to their set. Instead, they were never quite able to hit their stride, following such a bitchin’ set from Whores. Don’t worry, fellas. It is a well-established fact that you guys shred. I’ll see you again the next time you roll through.
Side note: Steve from Torche looks like he wants to order a liter of cola.
I didn’t realize that Red Fang were such a big deal. After Torche, I headed to the bar to grab another beer. When I turned back around to the stage, Motorco was packed to the gills. I had a hard time jockeying for position but was able to find a spot behind the 3rd tallest person in the crowd. When Red Fang took the stage, the air was immediately electrified as they kicked off the set with crowd-favorite “Wires” off of their 2011 Relapse debut, Murder the Mountains. [Setlist.fm let me down for the Raleigh show but it looks like the setlist was the same on surrounding nights so I feel confident that I got it right. If not, take it up with my editor. -Ed.] I remember that song fondly as the video for it was a PBR- and gasoline-soaked fun fest, documenting the boys blowing through their video budget check in a 1979 Impala Station Wagon.
The sold-out Motorco crowd showed some serious love for Red Fang throughout the entire set. The air was electric as the riffs flowed like water. I’m glad to see such a great lineup full of talented riff-makers pack Durham’s largest music venue (according to durham-nc.com). Here’s hoping the Motorco can continue booking shows of such high caliber in the future.
I know for a fact that y’all ain’t doing shit on Wednesday, November 30th, so you might as well take your asses to Motorco in Durham for a night of sick riffs courtesy of Red Fang, Torche, and Whores. RDU Music will be there in full force because we happen to enjoy serious riffage. (Little-known fact.)
While you are at it, check out the sweet new Red Fang video for “Shadows” below. Do you like PBR, Big League Chew, the Predator, and dank riffs? Then get in here.