Earlier this week, I described a lot of bands as “a band you’ll be able to hear anywhere in the park, whether you’re listening or not.” My implication, of course, was that they were loud - “epic” even. Of course, I was speaking metaphorically about most of those bands because, let’s be honest, it’s a big park and there’s a lot of music here.
…Trail of Dead changed all that. Sitting in the media tent right now I can still hear them jamming away on the main stage hundreds of yards away, over a band that’s practically right next to me no less. With two drummers, two guitars and two keyboards, …Trail of Dead make that “epic” description sound less cheesy and more like something to run from. With each guitarist out-epic-ing the other one with higher and louder licks, and most big hits being accented by up to four huge cymbal crashes, these guys leave nothing to the imagination.
What’s more impressive is the coordination it must take to make this set sound good. Two drummers is, musically speaking, a sycopated nightmare; but the band handle it like experts (which they are).
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to catch the end of their set.
