Review and photography by Rodney Gitzel
'Twas a few nights before Christmas, and Blammo were in the house, promising to out-do their Hallowe'en extravaganza. Did they succeed? Scroll on.
First up... Trike Wipeout. Lotsa jumpin' about, lotsa smoke-machine-in-a-can. And still the Rollins meets Filter meets Biohazard sound. Happily, though, their DJ-guy was audible in the mix! That was a first...
They were also giving away these groovy giant foam three-finger-rock-salute hands...
(No, I don't know where you can get one.)
Up next, Malevolence. From Victoria, I think.
Competent New York hardcore, but with West Coast skunk-weed funk tossed in, of course.
They also sported the biggest white-boy dreads since Econoline Crush's early days. (Incidently, rumour has it that manicures are now required of all the E.C. boys. That Bruce Allen certainly knows how to preen a band!)
Then, finally, the band all the cameras were waiting for, Blammo. And, well, no, this show didn't come close to that Hallowe'en show. This time out it was less of an event, and more just a band playing. No blood, no costumes, no fire-breathing... only two Blammettes, and rather normally dressed ones at that... ah, oh well...
They did still have lots of pyro.
And though there were only two Blammettes...
...they still knew how to rock...
As did guitarists Riffer and Andy.
Gotta wonder about that cod-piece, though.
At least it had a condom attached to the antlers...
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