Mount Carmel, Honky
1402 Clinton St.
Doors 7:00 PM / Show 8:00 PM
This event is 18 and over
Down don't pretend to be anything that they're not.
Regardless of trends, popular opinions, and changing tides, they're uncompromising, unparalleled, and undeniable. That's why they resonate so profoundly in the underground and beyond. After three full-length studio albums, they don't merely have a cult following—they are a cult.
Whether you catch fans debating the meaning of "Stone the Crow," sporting a "Power of the Riff Compels Me" t-shirt, or proudly brandishing a tattoo of their logo, the fervor for this outfit proves feverish. With a collective pedigree spanning Pantera, Corrosion of Conformity, Crowbar, and Eyehategod, there's untainted mystique and magic when Philip H. Anselmo, Pepper Keenan, Kirk Windstein, Jimmy Bower, and Pat Bruders enter Nodferatu's Lair at Anselmo's New Orleans home to record. On the group's forthcoming DOWN IV Part 1 – The Purple EP [available via ILG], the mythos surrounding Down expands immensely. Staggering riffs, thunderous drums, and Anselmo's inimitable delivery crush and captivate over the course of the collection's six songs. It's dark. It's dangerous. It's decisive. It's Down at their best.
In 2011 after touring the world tirelessly behind Down III: Over the Under, they regrouped in the Lair to begin working on new material. There weren't any deadlines. There wasn't any stress. In a sense, it wasn't all that different from the band's first jam sessions in 1991.
"I didn't feel any pressure," affirms Anselmo. "The less I think about it, the more natural it comes. Everybody in the band is well aware of what this is. A lot of artists try to reinvent themselves. They think they need to show different sides of who they are. If there's one thing I've always cherished, it's our core audience. There's no way I'd want to alienate them so we did what we do. You put the five of us in a room, it's going to sound like Down."
Make no mistake about it. The music is unequivocally the product of this iconic entity. Even though the style hasn't change, the lineup experienced one significant shift. In 2011, longtime bassist Rex Brown parted ways with the group, and Bruders joined. Brown's were big shoes to fill, but the bass player instantly felt at home.
"He played his ass off on every song," says the singer. "He plays with his fingers, and there's a certain feel there. It brought a whole lot to the chemistry. He can adapt to anything and what he comes up with is amazing."
With Bruders in the fold, they channeled a tangible and kinetic energy. Songs like the first single "Witchtripper" thrive on Bower's impenetrable percussion, Keenan and Windstein's "Sabb'ed out" guitars, Bruders's propulsive bass, and anthemic hooks.
About that track, Anselmo smiles, "The title was an inside joke. It stems from a tour we did in Spain last year. We went to this beautiful town, but there was witch iconography everywhere. Apparently, the entire culture believes in witchcraft. I noticed most of the homes and structures had chiseled-off square stones on the roof or porch. Those stones supposedly ward off evil entities. We had some fun with it, naming them 'Witchtrippers'. That name stuck"
Across the entire opus, the vocalist conjured some truly vivid and vibrant lyrics. Rather than only focusing on personal experiences, he ventured into some more foreboding territory this time around.
"There had to be a touch of darkness on this record," he reveals. "Down gives me the platform to be poetic and paint imagery with lyrics. That's the approach I took. They complement the music and create an ominous feeling. Ultimately, when people consume the words, it's always their interpretation that matters. I could be image-conscious though when I wrote. It's not so gut level or street. The darker shit is some of my favorite."
The EP's final track "Misfortune Teller" ebbs and flows for over nine minutes with epic intensity and towering distortion. Culled from a poem of the same title that the singer penned post-Katrina, it's quintessential Down.
"We put too much emphasis on the hand of God, demons, bad luck, karma, Satan, or whatever you want to call it," continues Anselmo. "We try to blame anything besides the fact that shit fucking happens. You can't plan things, and your time here is precious. It's based on that idea. When you're dealt a bad hand of cards, it's about how you deal with life after you get those cards."
Then, there's "This Work Is Timeless" which pays homage to the classic nature of the group's collective inspirations over as Anselmo puts it, "My Witchfinder General riff." At the same time, "Open Coffins" raises a mirror to society via a pummeling groove. "It's about a lack of faith in mankind," he goes on. "I'm not going to trust your ass until I'm in the coffin. My coffin is still open. In other words, my eyes are still wide open. It goes for all of us. In the right or wrong position, you don't know how you're going to react. That's the imperfection of mankind. God knows, I'm not fucking perfect, and I'd be the first to admit that. I speak from the heart though."
He and his cohorts have respectively been speaking from the heart for the entire careers and from the day Down was born. Since then, their legendary 1995 debut Nola was certified platinum, while Down II: A Bustle In Your Hedgerow  and Down III  remain fan and critical successes. They've crossed the globe numerous times from storied performances on OZZfest and Download to jaunts with Metallica.
In the end, one thing remains paramount with The Purple EP and the future ahead. "The only thing that makes a difference is that collective of fans," he concludes. "I do believe that we have delivered a record that will be accepted and hopefully enjoyed by the Down horde—if you will. If you're looking for a Down record, it's very pure and real."
Get ready to join the cult.
— Rick Florino, July 2012
Columbus, Ohio power-blues trio Mount Carmel have produced another nugget of early-70s rock for your listening enjoyment, and its name is Real Women. Out now on Siltbreeze, the album by the difficult-to-Google group is a straightforward collection of tunes that sound like they could have been put to record four decades ago. Or just this past year, as is actually the case!
The band's first album since their 2010 self-titled release, Real Women makes you want to put on your bell-bottomed jeans, grow your hair out and part it down the middle like any good, rock-loving white person of your parents' generation. Take a trip back in time without all the hassle of accidentally having sex with your mom/dad by checking out the new album, lighting some incense and partaking in your libation of choice.
Pinkus Among Us
Honky's not-so-weird revolution.
by Laura Cassidy
THE FIRST THING you see on the flyer for the Honky show at the Funhouse is what's in parentheses: "(J.D. Pinkus of Butthole Surfers)."
"If people come to see a psychedelic show, they're definitely going to leave having seen something different," says the parenthetical Pinkus of his new band. While "the Butts," as he calls them, incorporated a 17-year-old Pinkus in 1985 on their way to patenting their acid-dipped Southern art-punk freak-out, Honky is straightforward rock and roll.
"We're not trying to be groundbreaking; this is the most timeless music there is," says Pinkus in an Austin drawl, adding that the band's sound is "so basic it's hard to explain." But let's give it a shot: Put an old Molly Hatchet record on the spinner and put your Urban Cowboy tape in the VCR. Turn up the record player, turn down the TV, and hit yourself about the head--hard--with an iron skillet.
To hear Pinkus tell it, Honky makes the ladies shake their butts, which in turn makes the men buy more beer. "A winning combination," he calls it. "When we have 300 people at our shows, they tend to drink like they're 600."
Despite the acid-fried/Southern-fried distinction of the two very different bands, there are similarities, however thin. On songs like "Your Bottom's at the Top of My List," from House of Good Tires, Honky's third full-length (a fourth will be out on local label Dead Teenager this spring), Pinkus and crew closely approximate the way the Butts lulled you in with a whispered folk song, then dragged you out through a sludgy jam on the other side. Are the two bands different sides of the same coin? That's a bit of a stretch, but if it's me--or one of the many longhaired unkempt acid diehards--who's tossing, I'm going to bet on the Butts to land faceup.
"I have a band that's a little bit more like the Butthole Surfers, too. In fact, we're probably more like the old Butts than the Butts were," Pinkus says of Areola 51, in which he is joined by guitarist Brett Bradford from Scratch Acid and drummer Max Brody from Ministry. Dead Teenager's putting that one out, too. Me and the longhairs can't wait to hear it.
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