Last Night Tragedy (the Band) at C.H.A.C. Lower Level
posted by March 17 at 12:07 PMon
To me, there were two choices for Saturday night: Tragedy or the Presidents of the United States of America. A hardcore hybrid of metal and punk from Tennessee, or power pop songs about animals and fruit.
I chose Tragedy. I was in the mood for something heavy.
Unfortunately, by the time I made it up to Capitol Hill, I only caught the last 15 minutes of their set in the basement of C.H.A.C. I thought the 7 pm show time was the door time and hardcore bands never play that long anyway, so I should’ve known better. But it was still exactly what I wanted. The mob in the front of the stage threw their fists in the air and surged towards the band with every beat. The singer shredded his vocal chords with every word, even when he was just talking. The drumming was quick, the bass was doomy, the guitars broke into solos packed with pickslides. The band shifted moods with every song—they were part skate punk, part metal. Sometimes bright and loud, sometimes low and hard. The crowd responded appropriately with slow, heavy headbanging and energetic thrashing and fist-pumps. The air was hot and sticky. It smelled like a basement show, and there were hardly any lights on the stage. There was no pogoing and there were no smiles, even though everyone there was stoked. It was awesome.
My boyfriend summed it up best: Tragedy have invented a genre that is 90% pickslides and fist-pumps.
It’s so true.