The Body
MTNS
Old Man Wizard
Witch Ripper
Sun, July 27, 2014
Doors: 9:00 pm / Show: 9:00 pm
Highline$10.00 - $12.00
Tickets Available at the Door
This event is 21 and over
http://www.highlineseattle.com/event/597159/
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The Body
10 years and going strong. Like the best of Eyehategod or Bastard Noise, All the Waters is the rare album that feels truly dangerous. As it crushes and collides doom metal, harsh noise, industrial rock, and gospel singing into one mean mess, it seems to obey no rules but its own. The result is a singular, explosive masterpiece and one of the year's essential heavy exploits -- even if, at turns, it sends you cowering. - Pitchfork.com
MTNS
The Stranger
by Emily Nokes
I managed to get to the front plus (front plus = the place roughly in between sitting on the drummer's lap and cuddling the PA) during the last set of the evening, the much anticipated Mtns. I filled my ears with a set of rubbery plugs that I think are supposed to be "fancy" and for "hearing all the sound levels equally approved by Guitar Center," but maybe not ideal for when you're speaker cuddling. I was happy to lose whatever hearing I have left, completely immersed in the organ-shaking waves of noise. I was surprised at how easily I recognized the songs. It was clammy to the point of indoor fog. Mtns was in their underwear. I wished we could all be.
At one point, a dudely looking button-up guy turned to me and enthusiastically tried to tell me something. I took out an ear plug out so he could point at Mtns and say "they just moved in across the hall from me." Color me impressed!
The Stranger
by Megan Selling
One of the best performances of 2012 was by Seattle experimental rock band MTNS, which played an impromptu street show outside the Capitol Hill Block Party. As people exited the festival, thinking they'd reached their limit on musical input, they were greeted by two stacks of amps and a man in white underpants wearing some kind of animal mask pounding on the drums while his bandmate calmly noodled on a guitar with more precision than a brain surgeon. A crowd of a dozen or so turned into more than 100. At first, it looked like a novelty, but it became clear that this duo was exceptionally talented—"Who is this?" people whispered to each other. Tonight's show won't be nearly as unexpected, of course, but given MTNS' inclination to blow minds with their onslaught of well-rehearsed bedlam, it is likely to be just as memorable.
by Emily Nokes
I managed to get to the front plus (front plus = the place roughly in between sitting on the drummer's lap and cuddling the PA) during the last set of the evening, the much anticipated Mtns. I filled my ears with a set of rubbery plugs that I think are supposed to be "fancy" and for "hearing all the sound levels equally approved by Guitar Center," but maybe not ideal for when you're speaker cuddling. I was happy to lose whatever hearing I have left, completely immersed in the organ-shaking waves of noise. I was surprised at how easily I recognized the songs. It was clammy to the point of indoor fog. Mtns was in their underwear. I wished we could all be.
At one point, a dudely looking button-up guy turned to me and enthusiastically tried to tell me something. I took out an ear plug out so he could point at Mtns and say "they just moved in across the hall from me." Color me impressed!
The Stranger
by Megan Selling
One of the best performances of 2012 was by Seattle experimental rock band MTNS, which played an impromptu street show outside the Capitol Hill Block Party. As people exited the festival, thinking they'd reached their limit on musical input, they were greeted by two stacks of amps and a man in white underpants wearing some kind of animal mask pounding on the drums while his bandmate calmly noodled on a guitar with more precision than a brain surgeon. A crowd of a dozen or so turned into more than 100. At first, it looked like a novelty, but it became clear that this duo was exceptionally talented—"Who is this?" people whispered to each other. Tonight's show won't be nearly as unexpected, of course, but given MTNS' inclination to blow minds with their onslaught of well-rehearsed bedlam, it is likely to be just as memorable.
