Bow To Your Priestess

Secret shows make one feel special. So when headquarters contacted me about a secret Priestess show going down at The Barfly, I put all considerations of personal health (indigestion) and security (anonymous threats to my leather jacket) in my toaster oven, set to keep warm, and braved my way to a remote Duluth depanneur to meet my contact for the procurement of my secret access key, cleverly disguised as a guitar pic.

Priestess is already a favourite of the Montreal metal/hard core/ brass tacks-fuck you rock, whatever, and it would be pointless for me to whip up some show-review jargon when all I want to say is that it was loud, fast and dreamy (if you dream of devil orgies and giant man-eating rib steaks terrorizing New Jersey or Caracas). I caught a few tracks of the opener, The Binges, more old school than the Priestess, but not quite Slaughter, in a good way. Got to mention how they do have the sexiest axe section ever. The crowd, contrary to popular belief (but not surprising considering Montreal is always a loyal opposition to popular imagination) was not a uniform of tight jeans and long hair, and so Tully went unnoticed and unscathed. Whether hipster, metal head, or creepy loner, every lucky freak was part of the clandestine ceremonies on this rarest of Tuesday nights.Until next time,
I shall forever remain,
Tully Kinch