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Scissorfight - Drunken Hangman

The video is labeled incorrectly as Helicopter Killing Cottonmouth, but don’t be fooled.

I’m on a nostalgia trip today, remembering what it was like seeing Scissorfight play at Foufounes on November 19th, 2002. They opened for Clutch, but everyone arrived fashionably late for the headliner, so there weren’t that many people for Scissorfight’s set, and those that were hid in darkness under the safety of the upstairs balcony overhang.

I was with Véro, who had gotten me into the band a year or so earlier, two small girls in what was predominantly a big ol’ sausage fest. We were super into it, but intimidated by the huge expanse of open floor between us and the band, and as they ripped through their set, Ironlung would lean out over the stage and glare at us as only he can… if you’ve seen it, you know exactly what I mean. He exhorted the crowd to come closer, and we would, a step or two at a time, until it felt like it was just us in the middle of the floor and the band destroying on stage.

My memory fades from that point. What’s left is just a ghost of what it felt like to be there… the ground shaking under my feet, the legitimate thought that the floor might not hold, the low frequencies rattling through my gut, down my legs, up my spine, the punishing decibels bludgeoning my ears… it was one of the most beatific moments of my life and it set the precedent for the feeling I’ve been trying to catch for the past eight years. Since that show, I’ve seen many heavy bands, some maybe even heavier than Scissorfight, and while several have come close, none have been able to replicate it. My fondest wish?

17. See Scissorfight live again. 

P.S. Marry me, Jarvis.