Nasalrod Released The First Song Off Their Split LP With Victims Family
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Portland’s Nasalrod just released the first song off their split LP with Victims Family ahead of their north west tour.
When Santa Rosa legends Victims Family crossed paths with outlandish PDX rockers Nasalrod, both bands knew that they’d found kindred spirits in one another.
Despite each bands’ own distinct and singular sound, they share a genre-bending,…
Repost from @nasalrod Heyyy we finally just got these in!! Our 'Live from Rontoms' CD/DVDs (our first ever combo package like this) arrived yesterday from Atomic Disc, and they look sharp!! Full-color, 2 pocket recycled paper wallet case printed with eco friendly inks and in an eco friendly poly bag. We’ll be shipping them out December 14th - so they’re sure to arrive by xmas. $15 at nadinerecords.com — WHOA!!!⚡️ #nasalrod #nadinerecords #bananastandmedia #MandyMorgan #spitstix #mustindouch #jeffreychairmancouch #bananastandpdx https://www.instagram.com/p/CIms20hBtwp/?igshid=11ytag07xs9ck
Tonight! Come treat your case of the Mondays with some live music at Charlie’s Kitchen in Harvard Square. Doors at 8pm. #livemusicboston #rockshows #charlieskitchen #harvardsquareatnight #nasalrod #karatesteve #thedarkerhues https://www.instagram.com/p/B34Vj1Xg3kn/?igshid=1llztu66un0th
We leave for our album release tour in 2 WEEKS! Holy ballz!!! Our first show is with our dear friends/bad ass shredders @nasalrod and @bitchnband . Let’s party, Portland. XOXO #wildpowwers #nasalrod #bitchn (at High Water Mark Lounge) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoHW43BFVHU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1j4r28cvdrxq7
ubik.tour 2012a: Day 2 (we finally made it to Spokane)
09.20.2012 at The Hop in Spokane, WA
w/ Nasalrod, Mercy Brown, Dysfunktynal Kaos, Boneye, & Abode for the Dead
“Hey, look at those cows! They're outstanding in their field.”
And,-- We're actually making it to Spokane this time. We stopped in Ellensburg for old time's sake... and Mexican food... and gas... but it's nice to be charging east and full of hope.
It was a long haul, about five hours, and we left early. Joel started to get road hypnosis by the end. Michelle was tuned out for a lot of it, dancing in her headphones. Literally.
She popped them off to see what Tyler, Joel, and I were head-bobbing to. "I looked up any you were all grooving, so I had to see if what you were listening to was better than what I was listening to." It was Joel's mp3s on random-- we were all head bobbing to Gojira.
Actually, "random" for Joel's player means "a lot of Dead Milkmen and Burning of I." Which is all pretty fantastic driving music. Even in our van's tinny speakers, those Burning of I songs are stand-outs... they were my first write-up, and like most freshman efforts, I look back on that piece and think they deserve a better review. They should be heard-- get their records. And hey, we're playing with them at The Kraken in October.
But I digress...
While we didn't actually make it to Spokane last time, our pit stop in Ellesnburg definitely wasn't this hot in the spring. Spokane was really, really sweaty. We got to the venue before the doors unlocked and found a pub around the corner with WiFi, air conditioning, and $2 Blue Moons.
The venue itself has a huge back room for gear and merch, removed from the show space, with a bar upstairs, and the flashiest drink tickets I've ever seen. I didn't get much use out of that-- I did my turn as designated driver... largely because my body was rejecting beer. Dunno why.
The Spokane crowd was really nice-- Spokaners, as far as I can tell, are really nice in general-- and I was handed a parking lot Pabst tallboy while we were loading in. The end of that beer was like swallowing sand... I drank water through most of the night.
We initially balked at the pay lot behind The Hop... until we saw the price. Paid parking lots are expensive in Seattle. The lot we were in, noon, evening, and night, was $1. I think we can handle that.
ubik. and Nasalrod were absolutely the weirdest bands of the night, and different kinds of weird, so one of us couldn't inoculate the crowd for the other. There was a lot of metal metal metal on tap from the Spokane bands, and we were in the middle of the whole thing.
We were both pretty well received, which is good. ubik.s got some metal breaks, not enough to fool anyone into thinking we're a metal band, but our variety from soft to hard, quiet to loud, spacey to solid, includes enough moshability to keep the pit engaged. Nasalrod is techy and odd enough to always draw the attention of the mathier metalheads, they have some slamming breakdowns, and Tim is such a tight, articulate, complicated drummer... it's the rare percussionist that sees that guy on stage without being impressed.
And we met Bono. He covered Alice in Chains. It's rare to see a club empty out so quickly.
While that was happening, we discovered the "backstage" area-- the kitchen is right by the stage at the Hop, so I didn't round that corner until I saw Joel, Tyler, Tim, Kat, and Justin head over there. There are stairs down into the basement with a "staff and performers only" sign above it.
Hey-- I'm a performer!
and the next door says "Employees only," and, since the club was going to pay us, I considered myself qualified.
Well, that, and half my band was already in there.
Pretty keen little place, all told. I liked The Hop quite a bit-- they mic everything, which is not my personal preference, but Nasalrod (who's seen us often enough to know) says we sounded good, and they sounded great as well, so the sound guy knew what he was doing.
The show ended at midnight so we hit Spokane and found some places to be... which included (and I wish I had a picture of this) Justin surfing on top of the Nasalrod van holding on to Michelle sitting outside their passenger window (she was his seatbelt).
At bar time.
In the middle of downtown.
I, being the devil-may-care rocker that I am, was just waiting for tour to stop dead as Nasalrod and ubik. each had to bail a member out of jail. I am old and stodgy. Of course, that's just me being neurotic. Nothing bad happened to anyone.