Some of you were foolish enough to wait till Friday to show up at Dragon*Con, but us clever folks knew to get here early and take in the pre-con activities. As a good reporter, I knew it was my job to hit every concert so that you late-comers could be informed. It’s a tough job, and I was just the guy to do it. Four concerts. Four hours. Overlapping times.
I started with Emerald Rose, a Celtic, folk-rock, Pagan band. Yes, Pagan, as pointed out by their I-want-a-Pagan-girl song. It doesn’t get much better than that. The crowd was a Celtic-Pagan friendly one, so all was good. After informing us all of a vampire girl, Emerald Rose turned the stage over to the Brobdingnagian Bards, for a
two song set. They served up a comical tale of virgins and dragons on autoharp and mandolin. Both bands will be making numerous additional appearances during the convention. I would have been happy to listen to the entire concert, but I had work to do. So I was off to catch DriWhater. I assume they were DriWhater, as that was what the schedule said and no one on stage said otherwise, or anything for that matter. Rather, they were playing a powerful blend of goth and punk. The band was there to rock, but on a Thursday evening, the audience wasn’t quite ready.
With the first concerts done, I was ready for the 11:30 performance by Yeti. What can I say? How about “psychedelic Satan groove”? Yeti is aptly named. If you close your eyes, it’s easy for one to believe the lead singer to be an eight-foot tall monster of mythos. I liked the swords. Onward to Sins of Lust. They were LOUD. Very very LOUD. As in amps set to eleven, loud. But until I was blown out of the Centennial Ballroom by the acoustic holocaust-esque volume, they were pretty good. Melodic goth metal fusion.
And thus, I completed my journey. Tonight, I will go to work once again. Try it yourself.