5.5.11: Between the Buried and Me x Job for a Cowboy x Cephalic Carnage x The Ocean

Whenever I have the flu, I don’t want to do shit but nap, and pet my cats between naps. That’s it. The idea of getting out of bed doesn’t even cross my mind. The idea of going to a show? Not even for all the fine, medium-rare bacon wrapped filet mignon Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse can offer. Sadly, because I’m seeking an early death, I sucked it up just to get a chance to see The Ocean play in the United States. I didn’t even think of claiming my beef.

After consuming a ridiculous amount of Promethazine, I was on my way to The Glasshouse, hands down my favorite venue in Southern California. But let me tell you, cough syrup isn’t the greatest thing to be under the influence of at a show. The drowsy feeling is overwhelming at times, and a headbang can turn into a narcoleptic episode. I arrived, heart beating rapidly from the potential overdose of doctor prescribed drugs. I did some mingling with the who’s who of industry bloggers before entering the venue. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of people that were there early to catch The Ocean. We were lucky to do so. They came out and played to a raucous response from the crowd, who began to mosh. I didn’t expect that, to be honest. They always struck me as a somewhat ‘tame’ metal band, but I make ridiculous assumptions. As the set went on I felt as I was one with the band. Clearly, that was a side effect of the prescription medication, but watching a unit so in sync was absolutely mesmerizing. Moments like Robin Staps’ guitar going from explosive and violent to peaceful and serene in a split second on “The Grand Inquisitor,” and vocalist Loic Rossetti damn near popping blood vessels on the side of his head during screams on “Anthropocentric” were incredible to witness in person. There was a steady mix of songs from both Heliocentric and Anthropocentric as well as a stuff that went all the way back to the Precambrian-era Ocean Collective performed that night. I stood in one spot for the entire set, taking it in as best I could. I couldn’t believe I was finally watching The Ocean. Kudos to them for playing like a headlining band at 7:30pm. They exceeded my expectations that night, and keep in mind that they were the opening band. I captured some HD footage of “The Grand Inquisitor I: Karazamov Baseness” Check it out!

Cephalic Carnage was next. I’m not really into their brand of Grind/Death, and the odds that they’d play “Raped by an Orb” was probably low. Still, I stuck around long enough to capture their opener, the wonderfully titled “The Endless Cycle of Violence.” Click here to watch.

After a quick siesta, yawn, and a stretch, I was ready to reenter the Glasshouse to catch Job for a Cowboy. I started coming around to them when Ruination came out. That was when they were departing from the deathcore shit and becoming a straight up death metal band. Still, while I enjoy the records, the live show isn’t great. The vocals do not translate well in a live setting. You can hardly understand the recordings, but live? Forget about it. See what I mean by watching the video I captured of “Unfurling a Darkened Gospel.” Musically, they are great live. All members are super tight, and songs like “Regurgitated Disinformation” (click to watch) sounded as brutal as ever. But even with the them being super heavy and all, I think The Ocean had better moshing action that night. I barely saw anything go down for Cephalic Carnage, so I wouldn’t know. JFAC wrapped it up after about 35 minutes, and it was time for Between the Buried and Me.

There’s band’s who are good live, and there’s bands who are great live. Between the Buried and Me is the latter. I didn’t think I’d make it the whole night, and when I caught wind of the news that BTBAM’s set was 100+ minutes, I was cringing at the thought of standing around for that long. None of that mattered from the moment they hit the stage, though. The minutes felt like water through my hands the entire time BTBAM played. Whenever I looked at my watch, I’d let out a sigh with an “shit, there’s only __ minutes left!” There’s lots of bands who go on stage and sound big and epic, but I don’t think I’ve watched anything more epic than The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialogues performed in it’s entirety. That’s due to the guys being brilliant song writers as well as incredible performers. Knowing it would be a special occasion, I captured the first 30 or so minutes of BTBAM’s set. Watch both videos by clicking here and here. I feel I couldn’t do the performance any justice by writing about it. It’s just something you have to see for yourself.

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