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Trio’s Treaty of Treason Amplified Heat & Dixie Witch Live Show Review By Smutstrutter _____________________________________________________________________________________ |
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When a band forms, so does a pact. When the band tours for the first time, their pact is put to the test: No smoking in the van all at once, no jacking off in anyone’s sock; no hogging the front seat; no spilling bong water on anyone’s sheets; no wasting of the Vaseline; no tattling on one that cheats, no driving like a creep; no packing bottles that leak; and most importantly, this treaty, in it’s entirety, cannot be breached. This is all cake for Amplified Heat. They’re all three brothers who share all three same Columbian beliefs. They’ve spent the past twenty odd years dividing up equally every last sliver of meat. |
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| Dixie Witch, on the other hand, are probably bickering like apes at full speed while fighting over the last grape. In the beginning it was all fun and games, and they each told me they had harmless nicknames for each other: “T-diddy” and “Claytoris.” This was three weeks ago, though, and when you come from New York to LA by Halloween, you can damn-well bet, there hasn’t been a smile since Nebraska. And, those nicknames are sounding more like faggot and bitch. _____________________________________________________________________________________ | |
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Regardless, these two bands took it upon themselves to tackle the states. They sped pass Detroit, but managed to play three times in this state. Hamtramck, in particular, booked their rattling exhaust pipes. Amplified Heat, named after a Cream tune, unloaded first. Jim, the oldest, lead his younger brothers into abominating each and every string. Nothing but smoke was left staggering after their set. Oddly enough, I realized it wasn’t the 1st time I've seen these cats. 2003 @ SXSW these brothers we’re all under the band name Blues Condition. Under coincidental circumcisions (a band in Ireland with the same name), they went for a switch. Nothing but a slice of Southern justice has been served by switching to Amplified Heat. |
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Their bona fide Honky-Tonk explosion serves the name up just right. Dixie Witch, on the flipside, never had a problem with a name change. Their stickers can be seen plastered under every barstool in every state. The name has been branded on rear ends of every size and shape. Clayton has been motivating this band since appointed drill captain of the interstate. His sportsmanship has been witnessed for myself, ever since I caught a ride with them to Austin from Oklahoma state. Never had my sanity been up for stake. The toxicity arising from Trinidad’s putrid feet was enough to bring out the Mad Hatter in me. Luckily, Clayton and I are both Pieces, and in order to become immune to the weather, women, or stinky feet, we drink. In the brother’s van, I noticed everything was tidy and neat. Even after we had six people with drinks, and equipment crammed in the back of it.
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