Prisonshake came out of hibernation on Friday night and blew the roof off the absurd scene at a venue called the Blender (as in, magazine) Bar at the Ritz. Playing on a small half-moon stage draped by red curtains that was dwarfed by a giant Texas flag continuously waving on a TV over the bar (ï¿½ la a yule log), the post-everything group schooled younger bands in what raw, dirty and messy sounds like. Riveting vocalist Doug Enkler contorted his body and flailed around the tiny stage howling like a man possessed — and nearly beheaded bandmates several times with the mic stand -- as the group jumped from gnarled noise, metal snarls, doom-disco, post-garage and instrumental psych-rock. (Enkler's self-deprecating stage banter, of which there were too many instances to mention, also entertained nearly as much.) Anticipation for Prisonshake's upcoming album(s) Year of the Donk: high.
I suspect that Buzz from the Melvins -- who was hanging out in our hotel bar every time I was there -- would have approved. The photo above was taken of one of the Melvins-mobiles that were hanging outside all weekend. In my infinite wisdom, at one point I drunkenly asked him, "What's with the cars?" Apparently Scion sponsored a show they did? Awesome.