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Friday, February 29, 2008

So King Cobra Officially Opened Yesterday…

posted by on February 29 at 17:24 PM


…and there were hundreds of people there and Book of Black Earth and 3 Inches of Blood were both awesome and fun (Toxic Holocaust not so much—repetitive thrash doesn’t do much for me).

The Shirley Temple and Roy Rogers I had had the perfect ratio of soda to grenadine (next time just remember to throw a cherry or two in there, bartender) and the sound was really, really loud, but super clear. It sounded good from everywhere I stood during the evening—upstairs, downstairs, in front, in back.

Also, I love that you can see the stage from anywhere you stand along the balcony rail, even if you’re stuck behind a couple people. There are no hanging monitors that block the view, no poles or walls. There are plenty of great sightlines on the floor too. The main bar is downstairs and it can get a little crowded there with those weird booths from the future being right in the way of where the lines form, but there’s another bar upstairs to keep lines at a minimum. And thankfully, all the dark edges of most steps are well-lit or lined with a strip of neon so you don’t fall, unlike that fucking step in Chop Suey that has made me look stupid more than once.

One thing that’s weird: The stairs are carpeted. While it feels good to have that padding on the feet after standing for a couple hours, at the same time you just know that carpet is going to be the grossest thing in the city in less than a month.


As for the bands who played, Book of Black Earth were evil—demonic vocals growling over keyboards scarier than the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland (you know, when I was a kid and thought that it was still pretty scary). Joe, the dummer, kept spitting in the air while banging out the spine of their thrash metal anthems. Between songs he’d reach out and catch the wad of saliva in his hand. It was so gross but weirdly mesmerizing. My boyfriend maintains that he spit so high at one point, that it stuck to the ceiling that was no less than 15 feet above his head. I don’t believe it.


Having not seen them since Bumbershoot 2006, I had forgotten how much fun 3 Inches of Blood are to watch. They’re totally captivating—plenty of headbanging, lots of possessed yarling backing up the main falsetto metal vocals. It’s fantasy metal at it’s finest with songs about robots from the future named Wykydtron, and murdering metal naysayers. Dudes in the crowd were going nuts—spirit fingers during guitar solos, raising the goblet of rock during breakdowns, TONS of air guitar. It’s been a while since I had that much fun watching a crowd at a rock show.


King Cobra’s Grand Opening weekend continues through Sunday. Tonight is Neutralboy, Android Hero, Rain City Shwillers, and Bucklin. Emeralds, Neon Nights, and the Valkyries (heard on this week’s Setlist!) play tomorrow. And it all wraps up Sunday with Visqueen and Quadrillion.

They have shows with the Abodox, Thee Sgt. Major III (who I fell in like with at the first weekly Sunday Bloody Sunset), Patrol, Iceage Cobra, the Whore Moans, the Pharmacy, and the Pleasureboaters coming up too. You can get all the info you need at the club’s MySpace.

Welcome to the Hill, King Cobra. Just don’t forget my cherry next time.

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It was really great to see a lot of the Crocodile staff working there! I was thinking on the way there, how it's filling that hole (with another 350ish-capacity club), and I walk up and see most of the old crew. Good Times!

Long Live Tenth and Pike!

Posted by Adam Superfan | February 29, 2008 7:33 PM

That was a great show! I got bruises in new places during 3 Inches of Blood, including one on the palm of my hand, what the fuck?

Posted by dan10things | March 1, 2008 6:15 PM

Glad you all had fun, swing by anytime! I'm DJing on Thursday (blatent self-promotion) come say hi and bring me sour patch kids!

Posted by bobcat | March 3, 2008 1:48 PM

I missed this show 'cause I was sick and now I'm extra bummed about it. I guess you've never seen Cattle Decapitation -- their vocalist spits into the air and catches it in his own mouth. Yum, recycling!

Posted by Grist | March 3, 2008 9:40 PM

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