mythTaken
skinny puppy live in SLC may29, 2007
 review'd by thoRnswRath

hiT me in the sTreeTs

ShIfted through sealed-out salt lake city streets traPped
in my glassSteel bubble, rolling rubber wheels along aSphalt
until I parked on the 1 available metered spot on the street
just outside the Depot.   It was nine twenty in the evening,
and skInny puPpy were finally beginning their set as I could
hear the industrial strength beats muffled through reinforced
concrete and bullet proof glass.  I flashed my pass and
advanced to the woman who would stamp my hand.  
Flying up the stairs like a wraith I rounded the corners
past lone wandering skinny nomads w/eager faces.

Alex the Berzerker of The Obliterate Plague showed up shortly thereafter, right as the final echoes
of ugLi dissolved away into the dissonance of the assembling crowd.
Jesus wants to be ugLi.  Jesus wants to be ugLi. 

After a few beers we bumped into Anthony of the infernal Ibex Throne
 

Our good friend Darin Gonzales, most notorious tattoo artist of these necro regions.  [Even Bloody Gir appeared subliminally during the strobe lit shenanigans]

The following is largely a picTorial review of the evening,
with reMixed impressions.

The too dark stage slowly opened one bloody red eye,
revealing justin's militant drumming kit shadow cast
in trance inducing spiraling stage lights
playing a film up on the back drop,
an icebreaker for the far too frail
rash reflections convulsing to the spasmolytic
industrial introduction of the evening's
sinister symphonics to come. 
infected with violent thought
the mass hypnosis began as
the crowd stared at the blood
on the wall of a canvas screen
propped up on stage right.

the lights morphed to blue
in a quick social deception.
the icebreaker finished its
diminished anguished crescendoes,
to bring it down into ugLi,
I was alone, mission complete,
this is the story, soaking too deep
I felt like a ghost man in a neuworld
drenched in the blue hues of that light.

no where better than to be caged
with skinny puppy in a glass house
of smothered hopes, just looking for something
just looking for something now. 

the atmosfear floodlit blue once again
revealing distorted images captured
on a merry go round of demented
basement beatz struck out in a frenzy
by cevin 'jack flash pumpkinhead' Key

mark walk antagonizing deep down
rhythms sewing seeds of hate
keeping the fears in line w/neon sigils
woven a magikal geas on our faces

settling deeper into the undertow
justin's Kit aglow in seaweed greens
the stage right screen awash in
skinny puppy shadow play

the killing game continues with
nivek Ogre up against the blood
spattered wall, tormentor and Worlock

nivek a blue streak in a pulsing
slamdancing haven of soothing
ferocity dulling the anamorphic
pain the audience assimilates

morpheus laughing at his own shadow
naked in a flood of shared memories
drowning under 200 years of love
and addiction draining mourned faces

i am the undisputed god, oh yeah.

Master of it All dictating into the mic

Ogre preaching to his captive choiR

skinny puppy Unleashed at long last
so you want me to suck so you want
me to suck so you want me to suck

justin bennet beating the fuck out of his kit
under the drowning blue lights of a lost dream

dramatic tensions build towards a shattering climax
as an escaped Ogre from the mental asylum of
sanctified nightmares escapes and re-emerges
from the crumbling chysaLis of his addiction

skinny puppy live in salt lake city mythmaker 2007
reaching through to crucify a disconsolate crowd

wow, wow waw waaaaow . . .
mayonaise sunshine conducting a cacophony
mythmaker taking screams and making them into dreams

its time to meet the soul
the meaning of control
and in the stink of luck
my god feels false and sold
to exercise the things it cannot hold

why try overcoming this
the strangest things unwind
and undermine the undecided thing
unlife starts with death undeath
starts with life you and I live to die

"death feels like a butterfly,
can't escape the skyline,
real relationships must die
underneath the sky"

skinny puppy ended their set
with a brilliant rendition of HAZE.
nivek Ogre wore his infamous
cyberhelmet while on the screen
behind him orange blossoms
of nuclear fire imploded to the
burgeoning orchestration of
the unfolding song.  sanctified
our great disguise. reach.  through.
lives destined.  in the womb.
crawling through.  The music
built to a symphonic climax
which thundered in synchronized
blasts from the floodlights,
blinding a mesmerized audience
in the pulsating flow of ambiantz

caught in the flood of the haze
as skinny puppy finished their
set in a blinding flash of dissolving
light drowning the motley crew
of punks with fists raised in loving salute