Red Fangover, adjective;
1. A state of being after attending a Red Fang show where one staggers aimlessly for a week with a giant grin on their face. : Despite the damage done to their livers and ear drums, the SRG crew appeared to be a happy lot.
My Red Fangover seemed contagious. People greeted me with smiles, my colleagues remarked, "Look at you little happy man."
A reply never transpired: only a giant, shit-eating grin.
Midweek, Nik and I took our lovely wives to see the Balkan Beat Box at the Showbox Market. Inconspicuously, I pulled Nik to the side and asked, "How the hell can we enjoy this show?"
It might have been the first complete sentence I uttered since having my senses assaulted by the mighty Red Fang in Portland the previous Friday. Hearing my voice for the first time in days shook off a bit of my Red Fangover.
Nik just looked at me, eyes glazed, smiling.
"Damnit Nik! How can I enjoy a show without having a half rack soaring overhead, sprinkling rivulets of beer all over me?"
His smile never wavered. At least he would appear to enjoy himself.
I slowly emerged from my comatose state and I realized, inside the Showbox, one of my favorite local bands would take the stage: The Bad Things!
Just what the doctor ordered!
The Bad Things make me crave beer and I had not consumed any type of tasty beverage since Red Fang.
"I want a beer," droned Nik - his first complete sentence in almost a week!
Suddenly, circumstances seemed promising. The Bad Things playing acted like a shot in the arm. The SRG and I started having a conversation - about RED FANG!
Over a few songs, our attention solely belonged to The Bad Things and conversation turned to our culture needing more drinking bands/songs and agreed The Bad Things would rule the drinking band genre charts if such thing existed.
Why doesn't such a thing exist?
Little did we know, the Balkan Beat Box would deliver such a powerful punch. This band emerged on stage and the crowd went wild. The audience resembled a bizarro Slayer crowd: instead of a club full of mostly dudes going crazy, it was women losing their minds! The incredible energy displayed by BBB demanded grooving, so I complied! My wife disappeared into a sea of ladies on the dance floor, resurfacing hours later demanding beer!
The SRG and I looked at one another and nodded in agreement: The Balkan Beat Box kicks ass! Normally, we attend metal and punk shows, but it's nice to mix it up once in awhile and, when one witnesses bad ass mofo's, they take notice! If BBB comes back to Seattle, you better believe I'll be there. Look out for these guys, they're mind blowing! They are definitely getting tons of play at my house at the moment.
Make sure to look out for The Bad Things around town as well.
I anticipate another major Red Fangover after they travel to our beloved city and destroy the Funhouse, May 2nd.
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