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Double Dagger was March 2007 in a cramped, low-ceilinged basement in Petworth. I was there to see a confederate’s band and had no idea what to expect from this Baltimore triplet, or even that they were playing. I soon learned that when Double Dagger plays you
separate they are playing. They couldn’t have looked less assuming — three dudes, ranging reasonable to nerdy. There was no guitar. Just vocals, bass, drums. But man did they zoom up a whole lot of noise. The drummer, Denny Bowen, pummelled his kit to the sweep that he had to reposition each piece after every song. The bassist, Bruce Willen, worked exclusively in tones that rattled your rib restrain.
And then there was the singer, Nolen Strals. Each of the couple dozen people stuffed into that basement became nice-looking intimately personal with Strals that afternoon. He shouted his lyrics later on into your eye, tangled you into in his microphone cable and dripped sweat all over you. And when I say you, I small me. The theatrics were memorable and the noise was righteous — but that wasn’t what stuck with me the most. I communistic obsessed with one song they played. Something about luxury condos. Most of the tie’s tunes were sharp blasts of punk with some spiked twists and turns, but this one was different. It worked with some variation of easygoing verse/loud chorus, except this loud chorus was a cannonball ruin and Strals’s face turned an uncomfortable soup of red as he pinballed around while shouting about “luxury condos for the bumbling.” It was cathartic; I had a new favorite band.
Source: Washington Post (blog)
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