Vomit Dichotomy
Oct 26 '03
The Bottom Line Under no circumstances miss a chance to see this band. I can't promise you'll like it, but I can promise it will not be a regular show.
If you've heard of them, but never seen them, then make no mistake: the rumors are true. They really do throw up. And not a little bit of vomit in the corner. A sea of vomit covering the floor, the equipment, the drum set, the members of the band, the audience. They'll set up a "puke bucket", but the puke will never stay in the bucket. They really do eat light bulbs and hot dogs with motor oil for ketchup.
And if you have heard of them, then it hasn't just been in passing. Vomit Dichotomy gets a reaction. You don't shrug about Vomit Dichotomy. You immediately understand what they're all about and throw up in the bucket with them or you cover your ears and run from the room. You swallow their music with the same ferocity that they swallow beer, whiskey, and broken glass, or you angrily accuse them of being horrible noisecore trash with a GG Allin ripoff attitude.
If you're never heard of them, then you've probably already gathered that Vomit Dichotomy is more than a band. And not the way that the Dave Matthews Band is called "more than a band"...Vomit Dichotomy is the real thing. Music is not even the reason you go to see a Vomit Dichotomy show, although their brand of truly brutal hardcore assault, with lyrics chronicling inquiries ranging from whether rehab is open to how that robin turned into a recycling bin, is by no means shabby. The reason you go to see Vomit Dichotomy is to see a band and crowd shove each other to the edge of complete riot--and then look around at the end of the set to see the lights come on to a crowd that may be exhausted and disturbed and swimming in puke, but ultimately still okay. Some stuff got broken, but nobody died. And it's f--king incredible.
Vomit Dichotomy the band cannot be seperated from Vomit Dichotomy the legend. Originally all members of the band, plus an assorted sampling of friends and acquantainces--between six and twelve at any given time, all told--lived in the same infamous tiny three-bedroom apartment, dubbed House, in Portland Maine. House was short-lived, and the former residents have gone seperate ways, but it remains a symbol of a sort of twisted ideal of madness. For a while, some of the most purely crazy people you would ever want to meet were all centralized in one location where spear throwing contests could be held in the bathroom, industrial sized trash buckets could be filled to overflowing with beer cans by the end of every day, and someone could decide that having a full set of teeth was too much of a hassle and proceed to tear out every one except the front four. (I've seen the pictures.)
And even though Vomit Dichotomy doesn't play around that much anymore, their legend will continue for a small generation of whacked out punk kids who instinctively understand why a collection of intelligent college graduates would want to spend their time throwing up all over their audience.
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