Scale The Summit 08 – 07 – 2014
By Patrick DeBonis
I have always been in a constant internal struggle about when to show up to concerts. Do I support the opener? Do I try and get my moneys worth? Do I waste my time? Do I show up late and chance missing who I care about? These are all important questions that rattle about my head before I go to a show. The true struggle stems from the one or two amazing openers I have discovered, the three or four openers that made me question the tour managers judgment, and the one time I actually missed part of the set I had already paid to see.
Scale The Summit fell one of the fateful last days of summer, so I was kind of surprised when the start time was at 6 pm. I showed up around 7, having to compromise the time because I wanted to eat dinner beforehand. The sun beat down on me as I approached the venue hearing a sound I was dreading. Trashy Hardcore blasted out of the Launch Pad as I glumly walked in. It got worse, at least ten people were hardcore dancing making the likelihood of my safety being compromised much higher than I wanted. Don’t get me wrong there is a time and a place for hardcore shows, and I have even enjoyed them before. But opening for Scale The Summit is neither the time nor the place. The music is not what I have a problem with, it is the violent and belligerent fans the music attracts and I have to protect myself from.
When hardcore bands open for shows of strikingly different genres. I can usually handle thirty minutes or so of being unceremoniously battered without my mood becoming sour, but that night it was too much. For two hours I suffered through relentless hardcore dancing and was pulled into the pit no less than five times by the same violent instigator. Alas when it seemed like all hope of me remotely enjoying the night was lost, the last hardcore band ended and all of the aggressors evaporated into thin air.
Scale The Summit took the stage and the first thing I noticed was they had some of the coolest Instruments I have seen. Mark Michell played a fat six string bass with glowing planets on the fretboard and Chris Letchford jammed out with a tiny sparkly blue guitar. Each song was accompanied by a video, which is normally a ploy to distract from a dull onstage performance, but that was not the case. The videos merely added to the atmosphere Scale The Summit filled the stage with.
Their performance was incredible. The intricate guitar playing and finger tapping across the strings was utterly mesmerizing and helped pull me into a trace as much as the music did. One of the highlights of the show was being able to hear some of the songs off of Chris Letchford’s new solo album performed live. His album Light Box has a heavier jazz influence to it then the prog feel of Scale The Summit. In the end Scale The Summit’s performance was able to erase the unfortunate beginning of the night. Hearing musicians as talented as those four live is quite a treat.