If it’s not for the forced friendship of the guy rubbing his sweaty bollocks over your back, then the intimate bond you gain with the artist may just make you feel the love for a small venue. The moments when there is no separation between crowd and stage.
Roxx is a swarm of beanies as Seahaven strolls on stage.
Silently captivating the audience, Kyle Soto takes to the mic caressing it strangely, sensually. Soto candidly starts to get lost in the music relaying a life story in front of our eyes: ‘It’s Over’.
They formed in 2009 after discovering a shared love for post-punk. Developing a sound that uplifts the average punk fanatic with its soulful undertones they play each song from the album ‘Winter Forever’ with ache and desire.
Next is ‘Black and white’, Craver, DeBartolo and Phillips, join in with the crowds energy rocking out on stage.
The floor starts to thump from the heavy-footed hipsters dribbling as they scream along like the song brings them close to orgasm “But you seem to have forgotten, the promises you promised, where you do not forget about me."
The fast transition from one song to the next keeps the pace of the set high, which is talent considering they haven’t introduced one song.
With passion for soul in each song, Mr. Soto instantly turns on his enticing eyes, staring deeply at each bystander. With knee bends that make him thrust upon the phallic object he holds in his hands, the stand is his pole and we are his screaming worshippers.
“Thank you for being so beautiful” he mumbles, softly. What a weird ending to a wonderful evening.
