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This one took me by surprise: Manowar meets Turbonegro meets Iron Maiden meets the Nintendo Powerglove. The band is called Wolfbait, and they're from right here in Detroit. Huge solos, medieval tinges and goofy lyrics that communicate lavish tales. The vocalist reminds me of a cross between Lemmy and Jack Black. The galloping drums and basslines are all there, and the humor of Carnivore bleeds through. Check out these song titles: "Dawn of the Robot Age," "Pussy 'Til We Puke," "Broadsword," "Icarus and Daedalus" - Saxon would be proud. Visit www.wolfbait.org for a hearty dose of lunacy.
- Ryan Bartek / Real Detroit
- Real Detroit
Ahhh, the joys of $1 beer nights... this week, the Lager House saw as solid of a rock show as can be hoped for on a Monday night.
Still, though, the real highlight of the night was local Iron Maiden-meets-Pink Floyd-via-Dungeons and Dragons act Wolfbait. The band called out that "the end of man is nigh" before putting on a seemingly arena-rock worthy set while working the crowd into a strange sort of hyperactive tizzy. Guitarist Sagitario actually wore a quiver of arrows during the set, while cloak-clad frontman/guitarist Brian, Son of Darold slunk behind his microphone and let loose some surprisingly impressive vocals. The first half of the set bore a ton of resemblance to Maiden, though Wolfbait did get a bit spacey (and more guitar-solo oriented) on a few later numbers, which gave the set a bit more diversity than one might have expected. Quite possibly the best part of it all was hearing the best ‘gang vocal’ of my entire life, when Wolfbait busted out with the lyric, "We eat pussy ‘til we puke." Man, screw the Wildhearts - where the hell was Wolfbait at when The Darkness needed a competent opening act a few weeks ago? Seriously. As good old Uncle Grambo would say, Wolfbait = BUZZ.
--Mr. Gary
Photos: Wolfbait by Ryan N. Sult
- Motor City Rocks
Discography
Self-Titled LP
Robot Age Single
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Feeling a bit camera shy
Bio
Somewhere between the absurd and enlightened is Wolfbait. Imagine for a moment if Thin Lizzy were fronted by Ronnie James Dio. Or, perhaps, imagine Danzig singing for Iron Maiden. This is the unholy terror in which Wolfbait inhabits.
They are a four-piece hard rock outfit with a heavy emphasis on harmonized guitar riffs. The songs are catchy, loud and evil. But we’re not talking power-pop here; rest assured: these boys keep things heavy. The songs just have a way of sticking in your head the next day, like some sort of sonic hangover.
The stage show is equally memorable. cloaks and fake blood are typical fare. Stage choreography and mustaches are an added bonus. Wolfbait embraces the opulence and grandeur that is shunned by so many of today’s groups.
The members of Wolfbait have been playing in local bands for nearly ten years. However, the dark lord has lured them from playing the traditional country and gospel hymns... forcing them to sing his praise in rock immortality
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