Feb. 2, 2014
Sunday night's show was no different. As Valentine began to unleash a flurry of riffs, Livengood sat down at the drum kit and began hammering away. While the two took turns "singing," it was difficult to hear much of anything vocally above the drums and guitar fury.
For more than 45 minutes, the band unleashed its volcanic intensity as a dozen or so brave souls withstood the entire performance.
Was there a setlist? Probably. What was on it? I have no earthly idea. Sometimes maybe the band didn't know either. When Jucifer performs, the moment takes over. You forget there are other people in the room. The sound envelops the listener, grabs a hold and doesn't let go until the show is over. There are no words spoken between the relentless tsunamis as song after song comes crashing down on the audience.
And just as you start to feel like you're understanding everything that's going on in front of you, Valentine raises her hand, offers devil horns with her fingers and waves goodbye. The smoke settles as listeners walk away with the hum of the amps and a ringing in their ears.