To get lost literally because there were so many people on the bus that I can’t see my point of reference in where I should get off at Chino Roces that I got off at Pasay instead was an adventure filled with laughter and sighs I would never forget. Somehow though, and for god knows how, I made it in time for me not to miss any of the acts.
Maybe getting lost in music – its melody, its rhythm, and its harmony – is vaguely the same feeling of ambivalence? I do not know. I do not know indeed.
Getting lost in sincerity and passion as a byproduct of music though is an irony. Because such intentional lost is finding something invaluable. Such can be said by Peryodiko‘s launch for their latest album, Cara y Cruz.
A somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar ambiance surprised me when I heard the first performer, Shannon Rain, play and sing. He had this really nice microphone and a stompbox that adds layers of effects of his own. Chorus, echo, delay, you name it. It’s also very intelligent of him to not overuse it somehow in his performances. It keeps the authenticity of the soul intact. He kind of reminds me of misty mountains. Or at least when he plays, he gives off a similar vibe.
It was refreshing to listen to some acoustic acts once in a while. Those filled with a passion to breathe in a diverse music scene such as ours. I’m looking forward to more acts from this guy.
This is my second time seeing Nights of Rizal live. The first one was at the Paincake Patrol Album Launch. I don’t think I’ve done any of those artists justice in explaining their impact when it comes to musicality. Nights of Rizal offers an eerie, upbeat set of samples that you will never expect.
Although, in constructive criticism, technical problems were brought up unexpectedly, some of his samples this night fell flat along with a few ‘what the fucks’ spewed under his own breath, and improvisations didn’t work all too well. The human act of pushing through what one loves to do reigns supreme. And performing that, is commendable enough.
Nights of Rizal
It’s always fun to see people who have faces evident in their emotions that an unknown upcoming band will be performing next – not having a single idea on what they will sound like. It’s always fun to giggle inside knowing that these people will be blown away by the raw ambiance of this one band that maybe you only know. Such is the case with Identikit. I feel like Identikit is genuinely one of my secrets when it comes to gigs like these because of it. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired by how they don’t even bother introducing themselves or their songs yet they can still leave such an impact on people’s trousers.
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know who Kapitan Kulam is. At first, I kind of ridiculed their getup because I never thought I would see a band who talks about what to wear at a gig. Also, I presumed their sound to be somewhat according to their age like maybe Apo Hiking Society?
My ears paid the price for my insolence that night. I don’t want to give their sound right away as a form of description because I don’t think I can in the first place. It’s just one of those things you have to go yourself.
I guess to sum it would be: Black Sabbath, Deafheaven, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, What the Hell Even is This, Your Ears Will Be Blown Away.
Lourd De Veyra, Kapitan Kulam
Jay Gapasin, Kapitan Kulam
Look, I love Twin Lobster. Knowing that I’m going to see them live that night was a dream come true. Especially when you’re hoping that they would play “Get the Net” but expecting they won’t and they did somehow (even as their first song!) pierced right through me. What really brings me into their sound is that I cannot pinpoint even a single inspiration from a band or sound that they can possibly draw from. It’s Nick’s guitar playing. It’s Marc’s bass playing. It was their drummer’s (I’m so sorry I do not know his name) drumming. It’s like they’re a catalyst. One of those things in life that of which has value invaluable to the mind.
Sincere, passionate…and quite odd would be my squinting brows’ attempt in finding out the chemistry and composition of Peryodiko. Their album, along with its production, is, needless to say, genius for sure for its catchy hooks, complex structures, and strange lead guitars. Anyhow, much to my figuring out of their songs’ charm (even though I do know that there is and I just can’t define it), I do know the amount (although immeasurable) of work and dedication they put into their craft. Which makes them, if I might say so, living classics or legends in our scene. Their sound offers the nostalgia of decades and decades of OPM, but they also offer something new in it every time. Every goddamn time in a way that it doesn’t change their identity much so. And that’s really hard to pull off.
May Peryodiko live.
May Peryodiko continuously give life.