CHRIS PARADE
Outside, the weather is brisk with
a slight moisture in the atmosphere.
Noisy confusion persists on the
paved black asphalt as the au-
tomobiles slowly inch forward in the
continually jamming traffic. On the
concrete walkways, below the glitter
of flashing lights, stands a restless
crowd of enthusiastic individuals.
They are talking amongst them-
selves, creating havoc with the
tourists who walk by in hair-raising
panic, weaving in and out of the
crowd, wildly skating mayhem mad-
ness and occasionally screaming at
the tops of their lungs to the pan-
demonium in the streets. After much
delay a grovelling man, looking half
asleep and smelling of pungent al-
cohol, slowly opens the dark, poster
pasted doors to the low celing of this
run-down musical club. The crowd
hesitantly ventures into a dimly lit
area, stretched out in its small size.
Directly in the forefront sits a low-
standing stage about two feet above
the ground, where musical instru-
ments have been appropriately
placed.
Five unusual characters clumsily
stumble about the stage in the faint
illumination that exists, picking up
their pieces for tonight's perfor
mance. Furthest on stage left, a
short young man in ripped jeans, a
plaid shirt hanging from his waistline
and two different colored shirts
hanging from his shoulders, reaches
down and picks up a guitar. A rather
waxed mohawk protrudes off of his
head, starting at his left eye and in-
ching its way across the side of his
scalp. Checking to see if the guitar is
in tune, frenzied distortion echoes
across the club. He is called Noah.
Another member, again in ripped
jeans with an ammo belt wrapped
along his waist, sits behind the
drums and starts to beat on the
skins. He is called Todd. Two others
appear at stage right, both clad in
torn, dyed jeans and silk screened -
shirts. The one with the long, dyed
hair of orange, who picks up the
bass, is called Malcolm but is some-
By
Brian Schroeder
Barrie burls off of a trashy, street plant.
Todd, Barrie, Mike and Noah on parade at the Mab.
times referred to as "Miky" for his
personality. The other, a normal
looking fellow with the sides of his
head shaved picks up the guitar and
plucks a few cacophonous notes.
He is Mike, when the music begins,
he is a madman, literally all over the
stage in crazed agression. Slowly
walking to the center of the stage is
a tall, lanky guy with a blond center
mohawk that is fuchsia in a fow front
strands. Taking the microphone out
of the stand he croons a few tests for
mixing purposes. Limbering up, he
is ready for the gig, he is called Bar
rie, and his voice hammers down to
the eyeful crowd... "We're Christ On
Parade...
Like a whirlwind just appearing
out of thin air, guitars light up with
ferocious speed, throwing all com-
bustion into sheer power as the
drum beats are rapid and consis
tent, forcing an exhilarating apeal to
the wild audience: already taken to
throwing themselves barbarically in
ritual dance. The intensity is unique,
a blast of 1,000 m.p.h. chaos, churn-
ing noise into melody with changing
rhythms and dynamic quickness.
Vocals sound the alarm with rough
edges as spurting lyrics prance with
the blend of harmonies so suddenly
attacking the senses. Twin guitar
power adds the assaultive punches
that flail with occasional whining
leads and zooming chord changes.
A continual barrage of thrash
mayhem bewitches the bellicose
crowd who dive amongst the stage
in fleeting fury, as this young outfit
delivers a high performance set of
strength and energy...excitable in
every sense of the word. There are
no boundaries here, both types of
musical fanatics froth for this sound,
the leering jabs of Christ on
Parade. Just because I'm 18,
doesn't mean I'm gonna fight, Won't
register for your fucking draft, Won't
give up my only life, Don't wanna go,
Don't wanna fight, Don't wanna lose
my only life, Don't draft me, I won't
go. Don't draft me..." As the crowd
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