Have you ever looked around a venue and wondered if you were at a rave or a hardcore show? If not, than you haven't seen Realicide. Hailing from Ohio, Realicide is a laptop-wielding, one-man dance floor demolition army. He combines gabber beats with screamo vocals and punk politics to a mosh-pit inciting effect.
Recently, Realicide went on tour with L.A.'s own BIRTH! and the two concluded the jaunt at Sean Carnage's Monday Nights. Given that the event coincided with both BIRTH!'s Douglas Halbert's birthday and the release of his new full-length, I Will, on Realicide's label, it was a special event. Halbert joined Realicide for his set and vice versa. Check out the clip below to see the crowd's reaction.
The raver mosh (or PLUR pit?) isn't quite as intense as what you might see at a hardcore, punk or metal show. It doesn't have the same whirlpool effect that can sweep up a person simply because they happen to be standing in the area. Instead, it starts off like peak hour party dancing, fists pumping in the air and kids sliding from side-to-side as they try to catch a ridiculously fast beat. Then a very friendly mosh begins, as if the rhythm has grown so intense that they can't help but dance into each other as they try to keep up with music that's spiraling out of control. We've seen this at other shows as well, primarily BIRTH!'s gigs (even though he doesn't work as high of a BPM) and some of the new gabber, happy hardcore (yes, really) and noise-influenced artists, like Eustachian, Kawaiietly Please and The Tleilaxu Music Machine. The musicians obviously feed off of this (BIRTH! and Kawaiietly Please, in particular, perform inside the PLUR pit). We want to emphasize the politeness of the raver mosh, too. Note the way the crowd quiets down at the end of Realicide's set, stops and enthusiastically claps, as though they don't realize that they are part of the show. This all may look chaotic, but the energy from shows like this is great.
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