A Night Out @ The Cave in Amsterdam, Part 2
[After yesterday's part 1 of the report on my night out @ The Cave in Amsterdam, now's the time for the second half, in which we discuss the band I missed, as well as the night's main act: Ingraved]
Myself (second from the right) and Ingraved outside of the venue after their show. Missing is guitarist Martin Sarcinella.
Porcodio – The Act I Missed
As I said, I didn’t get to catch all four of the bands on stage after all. By the time Chapter 7 went off stage, the couple of Whiskeys, in combination with the previously consumed beers and the complete lack of dinner, started fuckin’ with my equilibrium. I deemed it time for a coke – I hate admitting it – but found out I lacked the funds and had to go to an ATM first. I won’t say I couldn’t use the fresh air too, so I walked out to get some cash.
When I came back after having stood in a terrible fuckin’ line Porcodio – after the Italian blasphemous swear “Pig-God” – had already stopped playing. I had been out a while yeah, but not that long. Turned out the Dutch-Italian-Brazilian formation only played two songs before rejoining with their beer. Shame I didn’t catch them! You can still catch their blasphemous tunes here though.
Luckily I was back in good time for the band I came for in the first place: Italy’s Ingraved. The five guys took the stage well after midnight and by that time the club had filled up to, what I estimate to be, about a hundred people. As a guitarist – though a pretty bad one – it was both a joy and a back-in-place-putter to watch Gian and Martin play their instruments which such apparent ease and flow. If only I hadn’t been such a lazy bum practicing!
Likewise, there was some awesome drumming with wealthy fillings and bass drum portions, and a particular eye pleaser was Sandro’s immense black and white Thunderbird bass that sounded as if on steroids. Heard some other guys compliment the thing’s looks as well. You can see it better in this video clip for their song The Burden that I’ve just discovered.
Anyway, to cut short, the band played a great show, with songs from their recent album Onryou, which I reviewed earlier. Particularly pleasing were the tracks Bad Karma and Of a Promise Broken, the first and last songs of the album respectively. There may have been only about a hundred people in the venue, but they played it like there were 50,000! Once again the smile on my face was of epic proportions!
After the last note assaulted 100 pair of eardrums, I met up with Gian and the rest of the band for a talk outside – that’s where that picture up top was taken. It was great to have seen the show and to have met the band. If you want an intense night out, I can both recommend The Cave, in case you’re in Amsterdam, and to go see Ingraved, in case they play a show anywhere nearby.
Then came the inevitable nasty part: the trip back home, on which I set out at around three o’clock in the morning if I remember correctly. Public transport at night is hell: slow, infrequent and full of annoying drunk people. After a thirty minutes or so walk to the station – with a stop at a McDirtyfood to strengthen my inner being – I found out that I had to wait for 45 more minutes at the station in the freezing cold. Shivering like a vibrator! Finally, after a looong fuckin’ train ride in a car full of slutty bitches and stuck-up assholes from some Phi-Upsilon-Kappa type of student society that thought they were inside some fuckin’ theme park or something and making the typical amount of noise, I finally reached The Hague HS station. From there I still had to take a €20.- taxi ride to some other station and from there it was another 15 minute bike ride home.
I was in bed at 5:10 a.m. Tired, wrecked, still hungry and semi-drunk. I realized though, that even though I went in alone, wasted 10 years of good hearing, lost a load of money and had the shittiest possible trip back, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!