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Eat Glass Summer Fest 2015

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Here at Jolt we have recently taken on a few fresh faces, and what better place to get them acquainted with the oddity that is the Miami music scene than Churchill’s? Last Friday I took a doe-eyed young writer to watch our lovable band of misfits do what they do best, go on stage and push boundaries through the art of performance art and ”distinctive” music stylings As you read below I’ll sprinkle in some of the our trainee’s thoughts on some of the acts.

 

Much to my disbelief last Friday’s events were on time; shocking I know. Greg (one half of the Jellyfish brothers) preformed as Winona Grinder along side his counterpart. Their collective sounds are hard to describe, words fall short so I will leave you with only two; “dial-up organ”. Winona Grinder almost induces feelings of frustration, and bounds you for a journey of lament for that one web page that wouldn’t load. But it sucks you in with the calm and siren like calls from the singer. The emitting sounds from the members of Winona Grinder are at it’s core contradicting, jagged but calming, maybe that’s why I can’t help but enjoy them every time the are on stage.

Winona Grinder

Winona Grinder

 

“The second act of the night, Kenichi Ohme began with a drum and bass beat you found yourself bobbing your head to, it slowly became more of a high pitched metallic feedback, sped up power saw, and a morphed version of the” Wow” in the classic “I feel good” by James Brown. Which sounded much more like a scream and less like an exclamation of passion. Together it created a surprisingly pleasing yet still chaotic bunch of noise.

Kenichi Ohme

Kenichi Ohme

 

Next, the pink haired overall clad Ruff Bummers whom I watched bounce around during Kenichi Ohme set’s demeanor quickly changed to something more sinister as they stepped on stage donning a dog-pig hybrid BDSM mask. The kinky black leather complete with a corseted back and detachable muzzle was all together horrifying.

Ruff Bummers

Ruff Bummers

Their menacing drone like stage presence paired with distorted guitar feedback and a indistinguishable altered voice created an environment that made you feel as if you were stuck somewhere much more terrifying than Churchills. There’s something incredibly ominous about a person in an O Ring choker and bondage dog mask hunching over while maniacally toying with their soundboard bringing the distorted reverb high enough to leave your ears ringing. ”

-Anna Martell

 

Xela Zaid brought out the spiritual side in the audience, his back and forth waddles on stage paired with his harmonica and singing (which sounded just like church hymns) beamed an image of a southern preacher. After walking away from his performance I felt cleansed, and I thank Xela Zaid for that. The almost ritualistic aspect of Zaid’s performance got me ready for the next act I watched…..Kenny Millions.

Xela Zaid

Xela Zaid

 

Millions is the lovable old grouch akin to a out of tune piano playing Satie’s “gymnopedie”. Millions delivered all the usual frolics one would expect from him, he rolled around and shouted expletives at the on-lookers; but Millions fucked up. As he harassed one of the members of the audience Millions let out one chuckle. One chuckle was all it took to unravel the soggy shoe that is Kenny Millions. Of course he went on to do his act of mashing the guitar to rap tracks and pull down his pants after he was able to fend off from the audience’s playful backlash. But he’ll always have to live with that one chuckle, it’s one of those moments you think about years later as you lay in bed, tossing and turning with the fact that you fucked up that one time. But he also showed everyone his diapers so I guess he’s still as raunchy as ever.

Kenny Millions

Kenny Millions

 

Over at the Green Room JuJu pie was hosting an almost backroom experience with acts you would’ve missed if you didn’t know to look for it.

Forlatt played an eerie and detached descant into lunacy with a violin bow instead of a pick. His hallow strokes looped over each other causing feeling of anxious fray as one would feel on a roller coaster or when your friend is about to reach for that last slice of pizza. Forlatt’s set was altogether haunting and striking, his was the only set I felt compelled to watch again on Youtube before writing this article.

Forlatt

Forlatt

Human Fluid Rot was accompanied by two other musicians both playing drums (one on snare on one the symbols ). Human Fluid Rot as a whole is a product of noise-induced frenzy. The movements by the act is all over the place and hard to not enjoy just watching. The first time I watch HFR I was taken aback, but I enjoyed it, this time I knew what to expect and I loved it.

Human Fluid Rot

Human Fluid Rot

Smut comprised of the bassist and drummer of Wastlands, but under this outfit I find them even more hard hitting. Vocals as they were, were incomprehensible but altogether rallied behind everyone crammed into the greenroom of Churchill’s. Ale Campos as lead reworked a song without lyrics to incorporate the theme of pizza and the toppings one would appreciate on said pizza, and I commend her for that.

Smut

Smut

The act for which the night’s events got it’s name sake, Lucas Abela and his glass act.

Lucas Abela has been all over the world doing some very interesting and at times disturbing things, but thankful he has come to Miami to demonstrate his act. The most impactful set of the night Abela cut a piece of glass down the middle and attached a pick-up to it and screamed into it. The streaks of blood and spit on the glass as his act crescendoed was a visual statement to his auditory vision. The look of the uninformed people walking into Churchill’s looking to get a late night pint was one of confusion, and understandably so. Why would a sane man try to scream into glass all the while knowing he is going to get all cut up, and to further question that man’s sanity why would he later go on to eat the glass and smash it on his face. I’m not sure of the answers to those questions, but I was able to witness it and I stand by my choice of doing so. Gold star for you Mr.Abela.

The beautiful thing about Friday’s events is that it’s truly about the art; there was limited coverage of the event (only weirdo enablers like myself), the crowd was made up by mostly other performers; and everyone fucking loved it. Hat’s off to everyone involved in the fest.

I leave you with Greg laying down.

I leave you with Greg laying down.

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