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A night of Hardcore at the Pourhouse: Purgatory with Reserving Dirtnaps, Paper Trail, and Beggar's Row.

March 12, 2019586Views

Vastly underrated as a venue, the Pourhouse seems like the kind of bar the wine and cheese money behind downtown desperately wants to shut down. It’s like Cabaret Voltaire and the West End Cafe had a baby conceived out of wedlock in a questionable alley. It survived a heroin addiction, grew old, and now hangs out at death metal shows.

But you know. With BDSM gear. And 3 dollar beers with mixed drinks for a five-spot.

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The frontman for Beggar's Row packs a surprising amount of wordplay into his staccato bursts of hardcore rage. They've been around for a minute or two, but this first I've seen 'em. Looking forward to a headlining gig from them soon.

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Christ on a crutch. Some of these kids look like they lift weights in prison. Never in my life was I jacked like this. What the fuck do they do? Are they longshoremen? Is there some kind of punk gym I don’t know about where they hang out all day? Were they grown in a petri dished filled with stale beer? From DNA stolen outta one of Hank Rollins' discarded condoms in the eighties? Intravenously fed from a cloudy drip bag filled with Fugazi mixed with Dead Kennedys?

This guy just walked past me and his forearms are bigger than my thighs.

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Be polite and tip the price of your drink again -- you'll get fucked up fast as the night progresses. They just magically seem to get stronger. Funny how that works out for everyone involved.

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I had a nice long chat with the lead singer for Reserving Dirtnaps. Somehow in my inebriation, I thought he told me the name of his band was Memphis, but I think they're just from Memphis? Or maybe they changed their name to the city and they're still selling off the merch that says Reserving Dirtnaps on it? He seemed like a standup guy, and the band killed it with a contemporary spin on some classic hardcore. Later I checked with him on how well the venue was taking care of the bands. You can tell a lot about where the hearts of a venue's owners are by how decently the bands get fed. "Oh maaan, It's been great. They gave us these.." He holds out some yellow tickets. "For food, and these other ones for drinks. And they keep coming by with more for drinks. It's awesome!!"

Davod, for all his bad press, is a sweetheart. Don't tell him I said so though, he'll sneer at me. And heaven forbid that happens. Hah!

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I've been ducking in and out of the moshers all night. A slam pit is the purest expression of love for music ever formed. I'd join in but the last time I did I broke my foot. Too old for this shit. Bad enough as it is that I tripped over something in the far corner and face planted. Thanks to the brother who helped me up after I found my glasses.

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No Mercy was supposed to play tonight but a deer tried to kill them. I hear the band's okay. Their van? It's buried in a shallow grave on the side of the road. On the plus side, venison for everyone!

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Punk rock girls make life worth living.

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Paper Trail has been slogging it out in the VBHC scene for damn near a decade. Somehow I've managed to miss them till tonight. They hit the stage with panache and thunder. These cats know what the fuck they're doing, and they're doing it well. If I didn't hate the beach so fucking much, I'd try and make it out there to see them again. Charlies should book em soon so I can avoid crossing the yellow line.

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The bathrooms in the Pourhouse are an art installation. If you haven't experienced them yet, you're not living right.

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Holy shit, Purgatory just destroyed the place. DESTROYED. My god, I haven't seen a set like that in years. The crowd here tonight was decent, but I suspect Demons opening for Nerveshatter with Rose Milk and the Cemetery Boys split the audience for this kind of jam. It's a shame, they came a long way to murder it. Maybe the Taphouse can book em for Oktoberfest? You listenin' Parker? These boys slay.

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Kudos to BDPM Booking for putting the show together. I'm not familiar with 'em, but they put on a well managed, top notch show. I'll def keep an eye out for more of their gigs.

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I'm sobering up out on the sidewalk, watching as punks lug gear three blocks down the road. Which is some kind of metaphor for life, I guess. No matter how much ass you kick, eventually you have to walk a while with heavy shit on your back to make it home.

God bless the Pourhouse. I need to make it out here more often. That's it from me for the moment. I'll file this after I recover from the hangover.

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Paper Trail

Virginia Beach. Hardcore.

Purgatory

Indiana. Hardcore.

Reserving Dirtnaps

Memphis. Hardcore.

Beggars Row

Virginia Beach. Hardcore.

Words and pics by Jeff Hewitt