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With the stage lights turned way down and the amps turned
way up, maybe there were some nights on the Caspian/Junius tour when the
ambient metal impresarios simply forgot they were touring Europe. Don't all clubs look the same once the
shows starts? Crowds, empty
bottles, bobbing heads? Well, this
was not one of those nights. On
the prematurely brisk Thursday night, October 22nd, the two bands pulled into
Jugendhaus West, essentially a teen disco, on the outskirts of Stuttgart,
Germany. There was still beer,
sure enough, but it was being quaffed by teenagers (oh, Europe!) who hadn't
quite decided yet if they were Goth or gay. Throw in a handful of grey-haired chaperones and you've got
all the makings of a NAMBLA mixer.
Jokes aside, the combined decibel dealing, hymen-exploding impact of the
Caspian/Junius one-two combo may have deflowered more than a few hübschen
Mädchen.
Caspian earned points from the start for venturing a German
"Hello, Springfield!": "Hallo!
Guten Abend! Wir sind Caspian
aus Boston, Massachusetts!" (Beverly, MA is turning red) But it was more than mere pleasantries
that got a rise out of the crowd.
Fans recognized songs - fruits of a previous tour - and a little homey
recognition always sets a nice familiar vibe. A Caspian set is an onslaught of musical invention that
compels without alienating, or being simply noisy. At their best, they achieve some of the more transcendent
peaks of Radiohead (QRO album review)
instrumentals, but keep their musical vocabulary entirely within the American
vernacular. There is a narrative
to their presentation and they deliver like a seasoned storyteller.
One of the challenges of any tour is equipment issues and
adjusting to new facilities on a nightly basis. Caspian arrived in Europe with their guitars and a suitcase
full of pedals. Every other piece
of equipment was rented on the other side of the Atlantic. For a band that depends so much on
sonic precision, the vagaries of rented equipment must have been a nightmare
proposition. But listening to the
set live you would never know the difference. The songs, most from the new album Tertia (QRO review), had all the complexity that you get on the album,
with the added bone-rattling benefit of hearing it unfold live.
The headliners for the night, Junius, provided a nice
counterbalance to the all-instrumental Caspian. The frontman, with his black hoodie cowled up like a
medieval monk, struck that Gothic, Rammstein-esque note that Germans die for. Though the crowd had thinned out
somewhat (school night?), those who stayed rocked out all the harder as the
Heineken and Junius' personal, customized lightshow worked its Bacchanalian
magic.
It should be said right now that Junius must have one of the
most badass drummers in all of Boston.
He's a hulking bear of a man, who looks like a combination of Kevin from
Top Chef and a bridge troll. That he plays barefoot on a (rented)
sparkly blue, big-bopper drum set only adds to his Hobbit mystique. Needless to say, he wails.
Junius closed out with a three-set encore and then it was
"Auf Wiedersehn, baby!", and onto the next stop for these two road warrior
bands. No time for the
Mercedes-Benz factory tour, a bowl of Kütteln, or a jaunt through the Altes
Museum - but who cares when you're having a good time all the time?
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