After hearing quite a bit of hype about this Austrian band from a good friend of mine, I decided it was time to venture back out into the Richmond area. After frantically debating for several minutes about which top to wear and realizing that my corset was missing one of it cords, I settled on a mesh cross top and proceed to finish getting ready for the upcoming show. Finishing the outfit off with a biker jacket that has seen just about every show I have, and has been to just as many states, I realized that the club was a two mile hike in the cold through a questionable part of town. By damned, I was not in the mood to be taking shit from people tonight. Not that I usually have much to worry about since people are usually terrified of my wolf ticket selling approach.
Article by Lillith Black www.facebook.com/hellfirre
Above photograph of Black by Dark Chrystal www.darkchrystal.com
Desperately in need of a drink and something perhaps a little harder hitting, it was looking like it would be best to have my ride drop me off in a timely fashion. Normally a walk like that is a stroll down the street for me and quite the adventure. Jerry insisted on giving me the ride instead. “Not in that outfit!” He said when I mentioned I was thinking about possibly walking there- Jerry is a middle aged slightly balding acquaintance that I met ages ago while visiting the 804. Having finally arrived at Fallout, I got out and Jerry yelled to call if I needed a ride back. I waved him off without a second thought.
Fallout is a small cave like private Fetish Club in the Shocko Bottom section of Richmond. I had been a couple of times before in the past and liked it well enough and besides it was a welcome change from the 757 Club. Hell being from gun country, it was a welcome change to get out of the swamplands for a change. Arriving fashionably late Esoterik had already played and it was time for Ludovico Technique to start their set. They are an Industrial EDM Noise band who was just now warming the crowd up but the crowd wasn’t too rowdy yet. I thought to myself. “Aha more Shadowy Dance Music!” As I headed to the bar I kept an eye out for an acquaintance who was supposed to be there that night.
Hoping to raise a little hell later on in the night since that’s the kind of night that it was, I neared the bar and got my usual rum & cok. Ooops, I mean Coke and people watched for a bit hoping to find some sort of trouble to get into for the night. But alas, none was to be found. Nor was my acquaintance, so with that I moved onto a second drink and headed back to the front of the stage where I ran into a curvy blond I knew back from my days in the City.
This seemed as good a time as any to get another drink- this time a Sloe-Gin fizz which threw the bartender for a loop. Luckily, it was one of the first drinks I learned how to make and I recited the ingredients to the puzzled bartender.
At long last it was time for the fabled Nachtmahr to take the stage. Rumors were already swirling from other bands that they promoted violence, sexism, and racism. The band has countered many times that they have absolutely no political message behind the music and image and that people are just seeing what they want. Musically they come across as beat heavy Industrial sounding darkwave. This band has quite the appeal to me with the German lyrics. A few segments of the video for Can You Feel The Beat include guns, a naked woman, military outfits and more. As they stormed the stage, seeing Thomas Rainer, the lead singer, in person with the militant dress struck me as looking somewhat Rubenesque “Hipster Hitler”. Through my dazed view of the stage it looked like an old propaganda video was playing but there was a more positive upbeat message to it. It didn’t seem right. With a bit of a slow start, the show picked up midway through though and really started getting going when the audience was invited to join Rainer on stage. Those circulating rumors seemed to be just that, rumors. It’s like what happens to every other band that doesn’t quite conform. I had moved over to the side of the stage before jumping on. I couldn’t find anyone I was looking for so I took my aggression out on the stage.
Sadly soon after the show was over and as the night winded down the club played some horrible sound that passed for music in normal circles. I guess it is called rap. Lingering for and hoping to maybe find a party to hit up, I met a young man who was quite the fan of the band having driven there from D.C. We got to talking about shows and touring. “Are you with the band?” he asked… “Dating one of them?” he further inquired. “What?… Ahha!” I responded and manically laughed. He wasn’t my type. I don’t know why or how it always happens but I did manage to meet who I needed to and my new friend ended up giving me a ride back. I had after all sworn up and down on a stack of bibles to Jerry that I wouldn’t walk back alone.
4 more on the artist visit his official site at www.nachtmahr.at
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