What can one say about ‘The D’? They are not an entity which can be judged or rated, they are gods among men and should be treated as such. To bare witness of one of their shows is to literally have your mind melted with sheer awesomeness.
As I walked into the PNE Amphitheatre on Sunday night, I could see the masses were unaware. I even overheard some preaching false truths and denouncing The D as but a ‘gag band’, those blasphemers knew not what was about to take place, fore-shame.
I was hearded into a fenced area, much as a bovine with its brethren. I felt as though I was being lead to slaughter. Soon enough though, our saviours would be upon us, and present us with our escape. Soon The D, would rain down on us with fire-laden licks-o-tasty. We were mere moments from the blessing.
The lively mass began to errupt with intense yells. I peered up to see two figures emerging from the cloth wall. Twas’ them, twas’ The D and they were glorious. The light seemed to be amplified by their golden skin, it reflected upon me with the force of a thousand suns. I felt humbled in their presence.
The holy ones picked up their guitars and began into their hymns. The first song to escape their lips was ‘Rize of the Fenix’, a tasty compilation, with enough rock to make your head roll. The horde before them began to build steam, and increased their aggressive worship in an unruly and almost beastly manner. It seemed to fuel the two great ones. We sank further into the belly of the beast, and were treated to more wickedness at each passing second.
During the festivities a sudden appearance of a winged beast startled me. I looked behind The D and saw the outstretched span of a red fenix. Its erect, girthy body standing straight at attention, with a glimmer of lust in its eye. It was then that I realized the members of The D had contained this mgihty beast, and were displaying it for all to see. I was no longer fearful, and soon fell back into the deep balladry and hard-ass rockingry of the joyous occasion.
As The D played into their 4th song, ‘Deth Starr’, I was much closer to the stage on which they stood. Close enough that I was able to see the whites of both Gass’ and Black’s eyes. As Brother Gass shredded his way through the riffs, and Brother Black delighted our ears with tantalizing lyrics, my head began to ache. I could feel the edged of it expand. Suddenly I hole in the top of my mind exploded, and the exhaust spewed into the atmosphere.
I had, just had my mind blow by The D. Their intense strumming and rocking lyrics had overcome me, and taken control of my body. I some how felt calm afterwards, like they had rocked the evil right out of my body. That is when it struck me, I had been cleansed by the chose ones. I had been blessed by The D. In fact we had all been blessed by them, as I looked around I could see one mind melt, as the one next to it exploded. It was a culmination of super tight licks and shredding riffs.
As the two played on into the night, I smiled. This was a moment in time that future generations would write about. The D had come, and we were there to bare witness.
For the curious; these are the hymns they delivered on that fateful night.
(also known as the Set List)
Rize of the Fenix
Low Hangin’ Fruit
Dude (I Totally Miss You)
Kyle Quit the Band
Papagenu (He’s My Sassafrass)
Beelzeboss (The Final Showdown)
The Who Medley
(The Who cover)
Fuck the Nation
(With band introductions)
Fuck Her Gently