A Car Factory?: Ep. 9: Industrial-Psyche-Dirt Mall Rock
It is rare when a Ford Plant show has no merit, but it is rare when a show has such a diverse and interesting range of sets. Last Friday left me buzzing and exhausted, but in a different way than the crazy show with the Torcus and Born Ruffians. Each band was fulfilling in their own strange ways, I mean strange.
Get in car, drive down to downtown Paris, go to Steve's, eat, eat, eat, get back in car, drive to Brantford...BANG! Ford Plant! The show did not show until much later than expected, something like 20 to 10:00, but no matter, some serious rockin' was to ensue.
Vincat was the first band to play. This band is from far away. As in Victoria, BC, so I feel that we're pretty lucky to see this band. Anyways, they took some time to set up, they had lights and things to get ready. Finally, when the stage was ready, some green pinpoints of light were projected over the three members of Vincat. It looked as if they were three galactic beings traversing through the infinite depths of space. They sounded like it too. Vincat was like a dream come true for me, I've always wanted to see a really psychedelic band at the Ford Plant. Vocals with delay, crashing cymbals, and phased-out guitars washed over us as Vincat showed us what the future is going to be like.
Apart from the sheer epicness of their music, the stage show was impressive itself. The lead singer, and the guitarist both wore shiny clothing. The lead singer also had these thick white glasses on, which surprisingly, turned out to be fake and had flashing lights on them. Awesome. And, the drummer occasionally fired off some confetti guns. Nothing quite like something a bit different to spice up the night, but different was just getting started.
I was standing by the window of the FP when I looked inside and saw a man with an electric guitar messing around with some drum machines. I inquired of my friends "who this fellow be?" Responeth they: "Wax Mannequin". I darted inside.
There were some problems with the sound of his equipment, but he fixed it quickly. I'd like to get a simple description of Wax Mannequin's sound in, it is so hard. He was like this cross between industrial music and folk. But the folk parts were played with a very distorted guitar. And his drum machine that added the industrial feel also sounded slightly humourous, in an ominous way. I don't think that there is an easy way to describe the aural pounding we received.
Wax Mannequin's songs were dark and brooding, he had this depressed sad quality to his music. At least until he went all rock with "Tell The Doctor". His stage presence was manic, as he stood with his head thrust high and his arm attacking the strings on his dark guitar. Tendons protruded from his neck as he sang with the utmost passion. Needless to say, it was an exhausting set.
His music may have seemed serious, frightening even, but his relation to the crowd was nothing but bizarre. With each introduction to the song, he built up this character. He mentioned how he likes the Ford Plant because everything fucks up. "Just like my life," he added. Is he depressed, or being ironically funny. Or am I just over-analyzing it? He told us how one song is about inviting friends over to see the news, and then the news makes you kill your friends. When he was done his set, he threw down his guitar and walked out into the middle of the crowd. He stopped for a second and walked back to turn off his amp. Was this all just show, or was Wax Mannequin angry at the electricity that he had seen in his equipment, and how a person had stepped on his stuff. Whatever the answer, I have been left with a show that I shall not forget easily. The music was engrossing and the man was even more so.
Mitch had told me about BA Johnston. I must say, I had high expectations. Of what, I did not know, but I had expectations. I expected to see something crazy, exciting, and hilarious. Did Mr. Johnston deliver? Yes, he certainly did, dear readers.
I think that describing BA's music is futile, telling people how he used a CD player for some songs, keyboard presets for some, and a shitty acoustic guitar for others would just make him seem pointless. Honestly, who cares about an attention hog with a pit bull sweater singing over top of a CD? What if he's really god damn funny, and puts across a great show? Well then, you've got yourself a kick-ass time.
He came into the room with sparklers in his hands, running to the Rocky theme. Throughout the show he did songs about shitty malls, guys who won't leave so you can make out, and pirates. While singing these songs, he ran, leapt, danced through the audience. Matt almost got kicked in the face by BA. Awesome! Some guy got taken out by BA Johnston's knee slide right in front of me. Kick-ass! Racoon Wedding's keyboardist, Scott, climbed on some guy, and then fell a good five feet to floor on his side! Rumptastic! It was like a party that everyone was invited to, and the host was this chubby bearded man, who had recently exploded a beer bottle onto the crowd.
"Would you guys like me to play my last song outside?" he asked us. We responded with a unanimous "yes". "Meet me at my station-wagon," he informed us. I ran outside, followed by the rest of the crowd, and looked for a station-wagon. Trevor Tupple was standing in the middle of the road pointing at a rusted old vehicle across the street. The crowd gathered around, and BA sang us one last song. Cole's cousin was banging on the hood of his car, and most of the crowd was singing along with the song, as loud as they could.
Off into the night we trudged, with the sound of drum machines, CD player track skip beeps, and outer space ringing in our ears.
-Lucas Thurston
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Labels: BA Johnston, ford plant, hip damage, Lucas Thurston, Vincat, Wax Mannequin
