QUEERCORE IN PROVIDENCE
by Timm Carney
It was a million degrees and
super humid inside Redrum. The quintessential underground club was
packed. Redrum is located on the top floor of a long defunct and
decaying factory building on a forgotten dead end street in Providences
Olneyville section. There is no sign or bar just bands.
The bill for the night was
Queercore. Six bands were slated and five played. Almost all of them
rocked. Punk fags thrashed and sweat enjoying the energy and
noise. There is no stage so the bands set up in front of a skateboard
ramp in the middle of the room. It was punk rock in the round.
No long sets just short fast
songs screamed at you. That’s what I went in wanting and that’s what I
got. Only one band sucked and that’s because they seem to think they’re
much more famous than they really are. Bag the attitude was all I could
Limp Wrist was the headliner
of the show and it clearly showed. They took charge the second they came
on. Like Gary Floyd and Ginger Coyote lead singer Martin Sorrondeguy
demanded to see dick. Chiding tonights audience, he claimed to have been
surrounded by cock in Chicago. My only complaint about Limp Wrist was
they were too brief. I wanted more so I bought the CD.
Their energy infected the
place a sort of pagan mosh circle developed. The crowd was theirs and
controlled by them. Fast, really fast and really faster were their
speeds. Songs flew out of Limp Wrist’s amps pummeling you and who
doesn’t love to be pummled. “Who here is Queer?”, The place goes
wild. These guys know how to work a room.
The show was put on by
Armageddon Shop, Providence’s version of Rough Trade Records. Armageddon
Shop has it’s own lable and a killer magazine rack. They also stock
vinyl. I totally recommend going there. I must also commend them for
putting on a Queercore sho. Not all homos like disco and Barbara
Streisand. They rock. In clubs and shows one usually has one of two
choices. You are either the fag that rocks or the rocker fag. Subtly,
they are different.
Places like Redrum and
Armageddon Shop exsist and that makes me very happy. They are the venues
for the “Limp Wrists” of the world. American underground culture is
still alive. It is happening. So log off and go out and see a band in a
place you’ve never been before. Maybe they’ll suck, maybe not, it
doesn’t matter. Doing it is what matters!