AGONY
COLUMN...it comes down to this…
By
Tammy Moore
Agony
Column is what it is and that’s a band that was ahead of its
time. They missed the brass ring but occupy space in sacred places
within the hearts of metal practitioners that would argue passionately
that this band should have claimed a heavyweight title in the underground
that spawned the modern hybrid of southern rock based metal that
our ears have grown accustomed to. It goes like that for some…the
authentic designers of certain sounds. They don’t necessarily
see the commercial success of those they’ve influenced or
simply shared a consciousness with. But, in this case, they can
live with the knowledge that, without the music that their union
produced, the world would be minus some wildly ingenious raunch
and, well, that would just make life that much less intriguing for
everyone. It might be impossible to measure the true reach of their
impact. In a world that seemingly values monetary success and fame
above all things, that may seem like small compensation. But not
really… it’s a blessed few bands that could make an
appearance fifteen years after bidding adieu to their ‘hellbilly
metal onslaught’ and resurface to a following of rabid and
still faithful disciples. But Agony Column can do it and that’s
really not too shabby in the grand scheme of things. Wouldn’t
so many of us wish we could do that too? Come lay prostrate with
the hordes on Saturday, the 17th when Agony Column hits Emo’s
inside stage as part of the celebratory December death march, growing
more deafening by the day, as we wait for the undisputed rock-n-roll
asylum to close its downtown doors forever more.
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THE
DEVIL CHICKEN IS OUTTA THE COOP AND HUNGRY FOR THE STAGE!
Austin’s
only seen these guys once this century and fans old and new will
be climbing into their 4x4s, strapping on 66 6-guns and heading
straight for the hole to hell on Saturday December 17th at Emo’s
on Red River. If you’ve ever seen Deliverance and you know
the definition of onslaught you’ll be there too. See you up
front you hellbilly freaks and watch out you don’t get a snakebite.
Renee
Harper
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