Great idea, dude. I'm totally still high off of Sunday's Nile show in San Francisco.
They are truly one of our best bands. Naturally, it's a small niche of specialized technical death metal—I mean, jees: Slim's? Not even a hall. Thankfully, though, as it was intimate, sold-out and ecstatic. The relationship/exchange, if you will, between Nile and everyone in the fucking room was awe-inspiring.
Nile is all about musicianship, developed and evolved to the highest degree. There's seems to be almost nothing Karl and Wade can't do. And they boast one of the best drummers in metal, George Kollias. It was their 20th anniversary show, so the mood was especially inspired. All about the music, the concept. No lights, costumes, hair. No strutting, no exaggerated moves.
The same clothes as always. But a richness of musical ideas, flowing non-stop at break-neck speed and proficiency. To watch Karl and Wade trade chorus after chorus of supreme guitar solos is a sight to withhold. To hear Wade vocalize in, practically jazz-scat, death-growl, is glorious. And Karl's deep uberbaritone growl is just plain death-defying. I told Karl after the show (he's so fucking gracious that he hangs out on stage and connects generously with the adoring people that feel his immense warmth, energy, humility, sharing laughter and words) that Nile is almost classical in structure and dimension. It's certainly not easy listening, thankfully. I got to tell them how much they've enriched my life here on this strange, fucked up world. Todd said, "that's why we do it".
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