Blood. Sweat. Whiskey. These are the three essential ingredients for every occasion that finds Mike IX Williams, Jimmy Bower, Brian Patton, Joey LaCaze, and Gary Mader onstage together. And on Saturday, the fine denizens of Miami had better brace themselves. Mama, get your gun, because NOLA’s finest are coming to town.
EyeHateGod have been trawling the depths of human misery and Sabbathian addiction for over two decades, and, like a batch of single barrel bourbon, have only gotten better with time.
Formed in New Orleans in 1989, this eternal quintet have not only spent years battling their own demons — drugs, drink, violence, jail time — they have survived the apocalypse itself, stalking out of the wreckage of Hurricane Katrina with middle fingers hoisted high. Their music is heavy, the riffs murderous and thick as blood. The band are currently working on a new album, entitled Whiskey Drink, and will undoubtedly pull out a few selections from its slowly evolving tracklist (“New Orleans is the New Vietnam” will prove to be a highlight; trust me) alongside crass classics like “Dixie Whiskey,” “My Name is God (I Hate You),” “Methamphetamine,” and “Blank.”
This is ugly music for ugly people, bloody Delta blues for the sick and hopeless. This is jackbooted punk rock, an end-time message for those hooked on a Molotov cocktail of Black Flag, Black Sabbath, and black tar heroin. Live, they command, captivate, and conquer.
Vocalist Mike IX screams for vengeance through a throat scraped raw by broken glass, sneering out at the audience, throwing punches, drawing blood, spitting vitriol. The dual riff machine of Bower and Patton shuffles and sways, drowning itself in feedback, clawing its way to the surface, grooving and grinning and dragging you under its spell. LaCaze beats his drums like they owe him money, Mader holds the low end low, low down, and the whole picture is of a band teetering on the brink of collapse. Controlled madness: EyeHateGod.
Joined by local bruisers Orbweaver, Heroindod, and the dirty rotten grind freaks Shitstorm, these good ol’ Southern boys are about the blow the roof off Miami. Make sure you’re there to watch the motherfucker burn.
Where: Churchill’s Pub (5502 NE Second Ave., Miami)
When: 9 p.m. Saturday, March 31
Contact: Visit churchillspub.com.