Snapfax takeaways12/8/2022 ![]() ![]() ![]() There is no trace of timidity or hesitation in his motions and I am fascinated by the multitasking that seems to be so natural to him. I’m told later that he is brilliant and I cannot disagree as he crafts sound. Scott seems like a musical mad scientist alternating between his drum sticks pounding out a rhythm, and his hands finding notes on the keys. He searches for the crowd through the smoke as he sings–making sure we feel every note. ![]() Brandon is a self contained vocal tornado playing to the audience with his body and hands. The music is sharp and staccato, piercing and energetic. Each man takes firm hold of his duties, Brandon dancing back and forth a his smooth voice finds the lyrics on top of a pseudo-calypso beat from Scott behind him. The lights are low and the smoke machine is on high, making the two men appear to materialize more than walk on stage. Midnight Myth takes the stage next in a green haze. It’s fully immersive and sends goosebumps down my arms. I taste cotton candy in the back of my throat as the sound warbles around me. #SNAPFAX TAKEAWAYS FULL#A man in the crowd dances, throwing himself the full width of the stage as he weaves between the beams of light erupting around him. I am enthralled and drawn in by the sounds coming out of the smoke and light before me. Miguel is a striking figure as he leans into the mic, alternating keys and whispered, distorted vocals with practiced ease. It feels like a intense, moody march through the venue, finding every corner and filling it with sound. Two mannequins in long dresses hold court behind an array of keys and computers–they are masked, painted, and an ominous presence as classic rock spills out of the speakers around them.īehind the table bearing his name, a man stands stoic while he creates waves of noise. The stage is set for Visions in Black against a God Module backdrop. I find a small span of time for a nap, then coffee, and I’m on my way. Luckily, Fallout is only two and a half hours (honestly, three) away and I don’t need to be at work until nine tomorrow. Monday afternoon, I’d heard the God Module show was cancelled in Raleigh. I skip my usual vodka cranberry for a Sweet Josie from the bartender–a beer from the town I’ve just driven up from. The cobbled and bricked floors are familiar as I make my way across them to the bar. It’s cool tonight as I step into Fallout, fans spinning the customary haze around the venue. ![]()
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