Boris

Boris

Boris

The Stars, Guitar Wolf

Shinjuku Loft, Tokyo • July 22, 2006

Takeshi, Boris

Heather Lorusso
Takeshi, Boris

As soon as I found out Boris were playing in Shinjuku I headed to Lawson the next day to buy tickets. After twenty minutes of fumbling with the computer, having two clerks assist me, scrolling through every event in the Tokyo area, and arriving late for work in a cold sweat from the deathly fear of not being able to see one of the best bands in Japan, I had the tickets clenched firmly in my clammy little hands.

Headlining was Guitar Wolf, with The Stars and Boris opening. After The Stars destroyed my eardrums with their wonderful psychedelic rock, I was ready for Boris. Shinjuku Loft is a really comfortable venue, with just the right amount of hominess and darkness for an evening of heavy rock. As with all Japanese concerts, there was a screen in front of the stage that came down between sets. This one had the words “Fangs Anal Satan… extra” projected onto it. Confounded, I found out later that Fangs Anal Satan is Boris’s alter ego, that of graphic designers. Eventually, the screen came up again and smoke (delicious vanilla-scented) poured from the stage. For all I’ve said about Japanese crowds being quiet, as soon as Boris began playing, their fans went nuts. The previously docile Japanese boys ran to the front of the stage, pumping their fists and banging their heads as Boris plodded along with their mix of heavy rock and drone.

Boris

Heather Lorusso
Boris

The first part of the set was frenzied and rockin’, many of the songs were off of their recent Pink album. At the end though, they slowed to a crawl and did what they do best, letting the drone destroy you from the inside out. Wata, the guitarist, and Takeshi, the bass player, were so still that their bodies became beautiful, black statues against the thick, white smoke. Atsuo too, was a sight to behold, as he contrasted against the frozen Takeshi and Wata. He was out of his mind sweating and flailing against the drums, with his long hair flying all over. It was gut-wrenching and mesmerizing. Boris are downright addictive.

Wata, Boris

Heather Lorusso
Wata, Boris

After Boris came Guitar Wolf. Lead Wolf Seiji was dressed in head-to-toe leather, and as soon as he got onstage he chugged a beer and began sweating. I don’t think he even needed to move to begin sweating. He’s filled with so much fucking energy that just being alive causes him to sweat, not to mention all of the leather. He played about four songs and spent the rest of the time posing, throwing himself into the crowd (who were going fucking nuts), and creating human pyramids with audience members he pulled onto the stage. I might add that the first two pyramids collapsed before he could climb on them, but thankfully the third pyramid was a success.

Seiji grabbed his guitar, stood atop the sweaty pedestal and played for about a minute-and-a-half before it destroyed itself. Something so surreal couldn’t have lasted any longer. The pyramid members weren’t as lithe as Guitar Wolf and their departure from the stage was clumsy and frightening, especially when a portly fan swung from a rafter, bending the metal frame, which made it look as if he was going to bring the whole ceiling down. The band kept up the energy throughout the set and even had enough left over for an encore.

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