… you smell something so disturbingly familiar that you turn to your boyfriend towards the end of a Mars Volta concert and shout in his ear, “I think I justÂ smelled cat poo!!!”
… and he looks at you funny.Â Then, heÂ shouts back into your ear, “I know!!! That is so weird.Â I thought exactly the same thing!!!”
Cuz like, you smelt that tinge of litter, too.
Really, though.Â It was an awesome, awesome show.Â Just mad improvisation and non-stop, symphonic bliss.Â Since I’m a newbie to Mars and have only heard theirÂ last album (Amputechture)Â in full and a little of De-Loused in the Comatorium, I don’t feel particularly qualified to comment further on the music other than it was just really crazy psychedelic, ambient, jazzy and pure awesomeness in one.Â
Cedric, the vocalist, is truly a rock star in every sense.Â The way he sounds, the way he performs, the way he moves, even the way he wears his hair (that is, fro-ey and wild).Â You really haven’t experienced the band if you haven’t seen them live.
The fans of Mars Volta are also quite a scene–they are more aptly described as followers.Â And they’re exactly the kind of fans you would want if you were to be reincarnated as a rock star.
These guys are from Long Beach.Â Check here for Chuck’s flickr set.