Datz Not Metulz Part 2

I was unable/unwilling to post anyting for the past week or so, due to the fact that I was kidnapped to Durango to see a rave. I came back in one piece, but Colorado will be scarred forever. Anyway, I was deprived of Metal for a pretty long time, even though I enjoy electronic music. I don’t remember what any of the DJ’s called themselves, but I think it’s fair to say that the music scene in Colorado is pretty freaking epic. Don’t believe me? Check out the poll for the  Denver Music Showcase. While you’re at it, vote for Scalafrea... Or Speedwolf…Or Iconocaust.

My point is, it’s about time I had a drunken epiphany and realized that “Metal” is not synonymous with “Awesome”, even if there is massive overlap. Just like some Metal kind of sucks,  other genres prove to host gems of musicianship and talent. Raves still aren’t my favorite thing in the world, but last week was sublime. I will always prefer guitar distortion to record scratches, mosh pits to fist pumps, and blood to glitter. In fact, I was stranded so far out of my comfort zone that it was scarier than any Metal show I’ve ever seen. Ain’t that something? Picture this: a badass Metal bitch, who has braved the fiercest pits and afterparties, now cowering from the pink-glowstick weilding frat boys. For shame.

So last week was amazing, even if the only activity that was remotely “Metal” was trashing the hotel room. Everything else was a whole ‘nother world. Granted, the first DJ played a remix of Bulls On Parade, which is technically headbangable, but that’s basically like running out of booze and resorting to mouthwash.  Not only does Colorado rock, but I have a newfound appreciation for genres that I had hitherto ignored. Five stars outta five.