The Courtyard Pub
London, Ontario
November 12, 2005
Here's another band that I wanted to be good. I actually met Trole way back in 1988 and we hung out for a year or two, jamming, partying and giving the finger to the system all the while. As you all should know, I don't fuck around with my reviews. If a band sucks they get the corn cob up the ass. If they're good, I might use lube. Turns out my old buddy Trole is on to something and I really hope for his sake, it takes him where he wants to go. He deserves it. He was always a talented fucker even when he was a pimply faced teenager covering Misfits and Metallica songs and writing goofy ass tunes for his ever changing lineup he used to call The Lovely Lads. I mean these tunes were just sick for the most part. Way out of the bounds of good taste but then who's eating? I thought he was a fuckin genius and I was glad to be hanging with a mind that's always working on the same shit I was always thinking about too.
| In 1990, I moved to Edmonton, Alberta and that was the last I heard of Trole, but every now and then I'd wonder what ever happened to the guy.... a couple months ago, out of sheer luck, fate or whatever the fuck, I stumbled across a web site that had a picture of Trole. I clicked on the link that took me to my old friend. And they say nothing but BAD comes from the internet!! Seems we hooked up just in time for me to review his show at the release party for his brand new self titled Trole CD. I made it a priority to get my fat ass down to London to check out his band. First I met Trole's manager. Tucker. Well if you're gonna get someone to manage the band, it might as well be someone who is so dedicated to the band that she quit her day job and started managing Trole full time. That's dedication. Not only that, she's damn easy on the eyes. So damn easy I just had to put a picture of her and Trole here... hope she doesn't mind... She's hot AND one of the nicest chicks in the world I think too. Then I met Trole... again. Definitely cool to see him again. So.... the review.... The Beatles didn't have their own fuckin chocolate bars. KISS didn't even have em. KISS had everything. Or so I thought... Trole has his own fuckin chocolate bars man. Trole's brother, Josh, AKA, The Fiddly Bit Kid, has a bar called the BIG NUTS bar... and he recommends them to ya during the show. If yer runnin a little low on energy during a Trole show, all ya gotta do is get the Fiddly Bit Kid's Big Nuts into yer gullet and yer all good. I didn't try them myself but maybe next time.... Trole has their own song about their web site too. Never heard that before. www dot trole dot org... www dot trole dot org... everybody now.... www dot trole dot org!! You know a band has a sense of humour when they get into a groove over the name of their web site. And ya notice it isn't Trole dot COM... or dot NET. No no... that isn't sexual enough... those can't really be misconstrued or fucked with in any way... trole dot ORG. Use your imagination. I know Trole musta been thinkin something along those lines when he secured that URL. When you have one of the twistedest pervertedest sense of humour on the planet, dot Org does not slip under the radar without at least a few sick comments. Just so ya know, Trole is actually a dude in the band. The lead singer. The guy behind it all. Check these guys out. | You got Sultan Dhrum, the "Brown Skin Cowboy" on the drums. I asked him what his real name is and he said Sultan Dhrum. I said, come on, what's yer real name dude... Sultan Dhrum ... seriously. Now I've had the wool pulled over my eyes before with the Melvin's singer telling me their singer actually OD'd a few days before and he's just filling in. I bought that bullshit hook, line and sinker cuz I'd never even heard of the Melvins before I met them. But I looked the Brown Skin Cowboy right into the mirrored Elvis sunglasses and I could tell by the look in my eye, he was telling the truth. He's happenin on them drums. He's got humour plus, but there is a dark side to the man behind the skins. His Jihad of the month is uncharacteristically brutal. This seemingly harmless guy can and will beat to death anyone he deems unfit to exist within his realm. I thanked my lucky stars that I survived meeting him. I had to wonder why he duct taped his sunglasses to his head and then put a duct tape X on his chest.... musta been in the mood for heavy sport. Buddy on the bass, Grimm Scott, was dressed for war. Him and his Mohawk and purple standup bass ready for action with his clan kilt and tie ensemble. Nice touch. I LOVE the colour of that bass. I get razzed all the time cuz purple is my favourite colour. Any man's man would point and laugh at me and my taste for dark purple but I don't give a fuck. Anyway, he kept jumping up on top of the body of that bass and pounding away on the fucker... I dunno how he stayed up there without doing an endo right into Trole or caving in the body of his bass but he managed somehow. Trole's younger brother, the Fiddly Bit Kid, was like the Angus Young of the band. I'd have liked to see these guys play a stage with room and good lighting cuz they really do put on a show and standing still is not part of it. I thought for sure we were gonna see some kind of collision or one of my favourites, the old trip over the equipment move. Luckily none of this happened. At one point, I was fucking with my camera, and I looked up and there's the Fiddly Bit Kid standing on a railing right in front of me in mid solo.... I woulda shit if I missed those shots! Luckily my catlike reflexes were sharp and at the ready and I immortalized the diminutive guitar god right there on the spot. Trole himself was in top form. He was looking great, on the ball and had energy to spare. |
He's always been the kinda guy to brighten up any room he walks into with a laugh and a kind word to all around him. Unless he's razzing the fuck outta you which has probably sent some people straight to the psyche ward of your local hospital. But he can take it too. He has the confidence to laugh at himself more than anyone else and that's the difference between a lotta people who can only laugh at others. Trole's music reflects his attitudes and experiences and he writes what is true to life and what he knows. Almost everyone can relate to something Trole has put down on CD. I haven't even had time to get right into his stuff but I know from the few times I've listened, that I'm diggin this stuff in a big way and this CD won't be ejected from my car, office or home stereo any time soon. The music is good rockin tunes with a lotta guitar infused in there.. There's definitely a lotta Misfits in there.. that heavy rock-a-billy stuff that you either love or hate. Well I'm likin it... Unfortunately these pics SUCK... the venue was very poorly lit so I apologize profusely for the flash photography... I fuckin HATE flash photography!!
I've been typing way too long ... someone tell me to shut the fuck up. CYA.
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