I don't think anyone is quite prepared for what Lightning Bolt has to bring on their first listen. The guys look tame enough; two pale, skinny white boys named Brian from Rhode Island who cite avant garde composers should be fairly harmless, right? My incorrect preemptive judging of the band only furthered the positive impression they gave me.
Chippendale is perhaps the perfect embodiment of Animal (the Muppet). If anything, the man does something the creator of the character, whose exaggerated, unparalleled hyperactivity made him an iconic puppet, could never begin to fathom. People falling and holding on to his drum set for dear life is something this man simply brushes aside. His spastic playing has convinced some of his fans and onlookers that he's simply not human. I wouldn't be surprised at all.
Don't let your friend who's been playing in that Three Doors Down/Kenny Chesney cover band for three years fool you, this man uses a bass guitar equipped with a couple banjo strings, numerous pedals, and nothing else. Chippendale's seemingly random, ADD-fueled clamoring is made sense by Gibson's heavy, noisy goodness. Live, it seems he is the calculated, controlled method behind his co-conspirator's blind rage.
Together these noise makers have a wide variety of unconventional venues, the oddest most likely being in a small kitchen in a Texan house. Like a small handful of other bands, they perform guerrilla-style - right smack dab in the middle of the floor - almost always forgoing any traditional stage. Their albums are recorded live in-studio, only furthering the potential chaos these two deliver.
This band may appear to lack members, but they are sure as hell full in sound.
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