• Shrinebuilder/WITTR Concert Review-NYU-March 11th, 2010

    Mar 13 2010, 21:15

    Thu 11 Mar – Shrinebuilder, Wolves in the Throne Room, Salome

    i took the bus from south station to nyc and made it just in time to navigate the subway system and arrive at nyu's kimmel center.
    tickets were $2 for nyu students in advance, and $5 for the public made available on the day of the show.
    thanks to my friend wren, i had a ticket already because he'd been in the city all day.
    just before 8 o'clock, when the show was supposed to begin, tickets were sold out for the public.
    many people milling around outside were livid and were trying to find nyu students to buy tickets for them.
    it made no sense to me why the people coordinating this event would be so strict about how to acquire tickets, it shouldn't matter if you're a student or not, or how you obtained it, you should just be allowed entry.
    we go into the auditorium and they're asking people for their nyu i.d.'s, if they have the ticket from the nyu student.
    why so fucking uptight? totally unnecessary.
    i was just beyond thankful that i had a ticket, if i came to nyc all the way from boston and couldn't attend the show i would probably have started to cry.

    i was expecting a more typical kind of auditorium with seating and aisles, but it was actually more of an open space with dim lighting. no seats anywhere. it always weirds me out when you attend a show and there's seating. i'm sorry, i have no desire to be sitting down during bands i'm enthusiastic about. it just doesn't feel right. the stage had a crimson curtain as a backdrop that makes for an exciting, anticipatory kind of majestic feeling.

    i'd brought my backpack with me (i don't usually bring much more than a coat to shows, but this instance was different since i was commuting so far and overnight) and observed many people sitting against the walls surrounding the place. it was risky but i didn't even stash it, i just put it next to someone else's stuff, and put my coat on top. (later i happily discovered none of my stuff was stolen or fucked with at all!)

    salome began their first song. two days prior i was curious to know who was opening for shrinebuilder and wolves and decided to check them out on their entire self-titled album is available for free download. i was really digging their sound and listened to them constantly for a brief period. absolutely crushing sludgey doom with vocals done by a female. kat, from agoraphobic nosebleed, to be precise. she contrasts ear-splitting black metal shrieks with these really heavy, low growls.

    needless to say i was looking forward to seeing them perform. they didn't have any elaborate stage props or any kind of decorations, but it made it seem almost more genuine. plus, they were the opening band. the drummer was set up dead-center, complete with an authentic salome drum-kit. he was shirtless and had a plethora of colorful tattoos. he had long, unkempt brown hair and a full, long beard. i totally dug this guy's vibe. he played with such power and force, which is exactly what you'd expect from this type of doom. sooo powerful and deliberate. he was impressive to watch. and then there was the guitarist on the right, who i didn't get to see much because i was on the other side of the stage, but he appeared to be very into what he was doing as well. salome has no bassist, which i find intriguing. the vocalist looked so small and unsuspecting, in a plain black shirt and black jeans, she didn't have any studs or decorative garb. her black sneakers had bright white laces. she had almost white-blonde hair. i couldn't help but stare fixedly at her while she performed. she seemed humbled, she never once spoke to the crowd, it was always the drummer who delivered the stage banter. it added to her mystery and appeal, if you ask me. it was stunning to watch such a low, guttural sound come out of her mouth. paired with the more typical high screams, (though salome is far from anything typical).

    since i'd heard their music previously, i was really into it. doom makes for a very slow-motion kind of headbanging, super weighted. what salome did very well was never fall into a pattern, just when you'd start to feel out what they were doing, they'd stop and switch to something else. but never in a way that seemed disjointed, abrupt, or annoying. it was perfect in a way you can only understand if you see them or listen to their recordings. judging by the crowd's response, not many were familiar with their music, but that doesn't mean they weren't interested. at every slow break with spaced-out notes, people would clap and cheer avidly. my one complaint was how long they would wait between some notes, with the feedback turned all the way up. it was a test of my hearing, that kind of ringing in your ears can be okay if only for a few seconds, but it turns into the ultimate test when it goes for longer than you can handle. just when it'd seem to be unbearable they'd burst into something absolutely crushing. the feedback only occurred a few times, so it isn't what i dwelled on. i was completely in awe, watching them perform. everyone was fascinated with the vocalist, i'm sure. some in lust, some in admiration, some just in shock. i couldn't take my eyes off of her, i wanted to BE her. she made it look so effortless but also so tortured. they exited the stage very humbly and nonchalant. i bet they made a lot of merch sales that night. their vinyls are beautiful.

    i ran into my friend gabba between sets, who lives in nyc. he introduced me to his friends, and we weaseled our way right up front and center. i could hardly believe i was about to see wolves in the throne room. they're a band i've felt so completely connected to for months. i don't just like their music, it touches me on a deep emotional, almost spiritual level. if you're a wolves fan you understand the connection i am failing to articulate. one of gabba's friends was right in front of me and also quite tall. he took his carhart jacket off and i got a huge whiff of....crusty. now i've basically grown up around crusties and am not opposed to the smell, but when i couldn't see around him and realized i was most likely going to get pushed up against him, i weaseled my way to stage left and got even closer. the benefits of a girl, i can easily slither up front. i've found that as long as you don't disrupt the people around you, you can pretty much get to whatever spot you want.

    wolves took forever to set up, but at the same time it seemed like there was little time in between bands. they were fairly efficient. i started getting almost nervous as i saw aaron weaver begin to set up his drum set. he had this goofy hat on, that the people around me were commenting on. it wasn't quite a cowboy hat but it wasn't quite stylish either. it looked like a gardening hat or something. his curly hair also looked pretty silly coming out of it. as it got closer to the beginning of their set, they revealed the tapestry banners that had been facing backstage during salome's set. the banners were all a deep red- the center one depicted a wolf howling on top of a canopy of intertwined trees. if you're a wolves fan, you also know the aesthetic i'm describing. at the root level it looked as if there were words, but i couldn't make out what they said. the tapestry on the left was similar, it was a forest of trees with an owl coming out of the top. each banner used only white ink. the stage right banner had a deer. before i knew it, the vocalist/guitarist, the drummer, and the other guitarist were on stage doing sound-check. people in the audience kept howling like wolves. wolves in the throne room is notorious for taking forever to perfect their sound at wherever they're performing, which though it makes me impatient and antsy, i truly respect. it could be viewed as being snobby, but i understand that they want to achieve a certain level of excellence and perfection, so i don't blame them for being extra thorough. the lights went down, and when i say down, i mean all you could see were a few of the blue lights at the ceiling- i watched the vocalist keep gesturing to the back, pointing down, down, still down, til it was almost completely dark. but you could still see. i was so mesmerized that i can't quite say i recall the setlist, but i think they started with "ahrimanic trance."

    nathan, the vocalist had a tight black sleevless shirt on, with long, messy hair obscuring his face. he had what looked like cowboy boots on. i can't recall what aaron, the drummer was wearing. the other guitarist, will, had a lightly colored plaid shirt on.

    the thing about the kind of black metal they create is that sometimes it's hard to headbang too. i almost cringe at using the word "headbang." yes, wolves is a metal band but so many aspects of their existence makes you feel like they're something much greater, something much more. so much of it is fast paced that you feel as if everything is flickering. your vision, your hearing, it all feels absolutely surreal. between songs, the vocalist nathan asked for the mosh-pits to stop. and reminded the crowd to not use flash photography. some people might view this also as stuck-up, but i completely understand it. flash photographs completely disrupt the experience as a whole. plus, they strive for this ultimate darkness, and to be blinded by bright light just is inconsiderate. this is the first show i've attended where i felt generally disgusted and a bit surprised to see and feel the effects of an attempted moshpit. wolves are a metal band, so they attract moronic metalheads that think they can and should behave how they do at every show. but it's these moronic metalheads that are missing the greater meaning and vibe that wolves create. mid-way through their set, finally the mosh-pit dwindled.

    i was dying for them to play "i will lay down my bones among the rocks and roots," but wouldn't let myself get my hopes up. i doubted they would play the almost 20-minute masterpiece. between songs, a few people shouted out some "your mom" comments that everyone around me groaned and frowned about. yes, there were some idiots in the crowd, but it was at least understood that everyone around me, right up front understood and felt connected. i felt as if i were under a spell. when their set ended, they put down their instruments and exited the stage. that was it. i was hoping more than anything for an encore but obviously it did not come- they weren't the closing band, and it seems like a wolves thing to do, to not have one. when they came back out to remove their equipment, aaron shook the person right in front of me's hand, and handed him his broken drumstick. i was in awe and completely jealous. i talked to him and he and his bandmates drove up from virginia to see wolves, who are a major inspiration for their band. i wish i could remember the setlist. i do remember that they played "vastness and sorrow."

    i went over to the merch tables to see what i wanted to purchase. of course the shrinebuilder tees only came in medium, so i decided i'd just buy the shirt i'd been eyeing online instead. the wolves table didn't have the specific shirt i've been wanting for a while now, either. it's the one called "silver forest." i dislike gold, so i rule out all their gold-printed shirts. their table was the only one with decorations, it had sort of an occult shrine feel to it, with skulls and crystals on it. i wanted to take a picture of it, badly. i ended up buying the black cascade 2009 shirt, the one with the figures on the front, and the dates on the back. the salome merch was pretty minimal- the shirts were nice but not elaborate enough for me to feel obligated to buy one. their vinyls were absolutely gorgeous- if i collected vinyl, i would definitely have bought one or two of them. salome has a nice aesthetic, i predict that when they gain more popularity or put out more releases that it will only get more intricate and refined. i spoke with the drummer, told him i'd checked them out a few days prior and adored their sound, and was eager to experience them live. i told him i came all the way from boston and for them to please come play new england.

    at this point i was starting to fade pretty rapidly. i'd worked that early that morning for a few hours, and then hopped on the bus to nyc, which took about 4 hours. this may not sound like much, but the whole ordeal can be pretty draining. i didn't sleep on the bus because i was too high on anticipation. part of me was considering sitting against the wall for shrinebuilder, but the other part of me thought that was crazy.

    before i knew it, shrinebuilder took the stage and i was almost up front again. whoever booked the show had the right idea with the line-up, start with an ideal opener, one that connects the two big bands together- doom with back metal influences, then a black metal band, then a doom metal band. it was nice to have a doom band close down the show. shrinebuilder only has one album released, with five songs, so i wondered if they would play only these songs, or if they'd play others. dale crover of the melvins was all the way against the back curtain, so the hardest to see. al cisneros was front and center, wino of st. vitus was on the left, and scott kelly was on the right. wino looked really old school, and really old. i mean, the guy's almost fifty, he's definitely a veteran of stoner doom. he had a sleeveless black shirt, so many tattoos on his arms, and almost gouty rings on his finger-picking hand. it looked like scott kelly had a velvet cacoon shirt but i couldn't get a closer look, so i'll never be sure. what is interesting about shrinebuilder is how both guitarists and the bassist take turns with the vocals, so seeing them live means actually watching them alternate. it was fascinating. they all just looked like they were having such a blast playing together. they played a song that will be on their upcoming album that sounded absolutely killer. it's nice having another release to look forward to. they played "pyramid of the moon," which was amazing- this is the song that got me into them in the first place. they played my other favorite, "solar benediction." i really enjoyed knowing the songs already, because it meant i could headbang properly. the thing about seeing doom metal live is that if you aren't familiar with the songs, it often tricks you with the crushing, resounding notes. the anticipation between notes becomes almost torture if you don't know when they're supposed to come. during the outro of one of their songs (i unfortunately forget which) wino, al, and scott were all playing with their backs to the audience, all making a circle around dale. it just looked so...genuine. in this moment they weren't playing for us, we were just getting to benefit from their playing together, they were playing together, for eachother. i don't know how else to explain it. the crowd nodded along to their songs consistently, but they didn't appear to be as into it as i'd have expected. then again, the downside to being up front for the majority of shows i attend is that i hardly look behind me to see the crowd's reception. i was glad to be able to sing along to parts of the songs. i'm pretty sure they did all of the songs from their album. what stood out to me the most was the recurring, crushing riff in "solar benediction."

    if you ever get the chance to see shrinebuilder live, do it without a doubt. watching al cisneros is reason to alone. i've had the pleasure of seeing him play in OM a few months back, so i knew what to expect. you can tell he's completely feeling what he's playing. he knows how groove. he doesn't headbang, he doesn't nod along, he grooves. i don't think i've ever seen someone groove like he does. they were all really pleased to be playing for us, they thanked us numerous times and left the stage without an encore. it seemed to be the trend in this show, each act left the stage very humbly. while i enjoy seeing bands that are very bold and energetic, interacting with the audience constantly, there's something to be said for bands that are truly dedicated to the music alone and just leave it at that. it would have been weird if any of the bands that played were egocentric or overly-cocky. it just wouldn't have made sense.

    shrinebuilder ended right as i was questioning if i could handle standing for much longer or if i wanted to admit defeat and sit down. wren and i left the venue, and wandered the streets of nyc in search of some place to sit and eat. it was amusing- we we completely out of our element. neither of us know nyc enough to know which shops are good and which shops are bad. if we were at home in boston, obviously it would have been a different story. we got some food at a sandwich place and parted ways- he was driving back home the next morning, and i headed to penn station to catch the 1:30am bus home. i had to work at 11am since no one could cover my shift.

    i slept off and on throughout the bus ride, but it was chilly and i was uncomfortable. all i wanted was to not be wearing my tight jeans and grinders anymore. listening to music while you're sleeping periodically has a really interesting effect, it makes it almost trippy, going in waves. i put withered's "memento mori" on repeat the entire time and it was perfect. i got into south station at about 5:45am, and taking the first train home was so surreal. people were on their ways to work, and i was on route home to nap before work. i don't think i've ever been so happy to take my boots off.

    overall, it was more than worth it. people think i'm crazy for going to nyc for a show for not even a full 24 hours, but it was without a doubt worth the haul.
    salome blew my fucking mind, wolves in the throne room were indescribably incredible, and shrinebuilder were crushing. though each band was killer, i would have to say wolves stole the show.
  • Gojira Concert Review-The Worcester Palladium-May 2nd, 2009

    Mag 4 2009, 18:36

    Gojira-The Worcester Palladium-May 2nd, 2009

    While the rest of the Massholes were at OPETH/ENSLAVED the other night....I was at Gojira.

    I hadn’t registered until we arrived at the venue that I was used to seeing shows at the Palladium downstairs- and this show was to take place upstairs, which is a way smaller area. My ex and I arrived right when the doors opened, and moved right towards the front to slowly begin positioning ourselves for Gojira, even though there were a couple opening bands. I figured the crowd was going to be significantly smaller than it would normally be, as Opeth and Enslaved were playing at the same time at the House of Blues in Boston.

    Marc Rizzo of Soulfly had the potential to be great (I did not know who this guy or side project was, initially). The vocalist looked like a yah dood hyped up on WAY too many steroids and energy drinks dressed in a backwards baseball cap, cargo camo shorts a tightly fitted t-shirt (allowing for his muscles to truly show through) and brand new converse. He kept yelling things like “Wake the fuck up!” to the point where if people didn’t start to get into it soon I would have almost felt bad. But really, what can you expect from a crowd if you’re the opening band no one’s heard of. Musically, the vocalist/guitarist was extremely talented; the only issue was that he had this technique of fitting as much guitar wankery into every song as possible. The vocals were decent, in a very low metalcore/hardcore kind of way (almost). The guitar would have been alright if we had been able to follow along, there were so many seemingly random breakdowns and spastic solos that it was difficult to. The bass player looked awkward and like he couldn’t quite follow the rhythm with his body. Regardless, the crowd gradually got into the band and nodded along and after a song or two and much encouragement, a pit broke out. The show was all ages, so naturally there were a lot of young looking hardcore kids that probably were the majority of the people in the pit. I was surprised the band got the crowd moving that much.
    My ex shouted into my ear that if they continued down the path they had started they were guaranteed to run out of material in a year. Overall I’d say they weren’t terrible, but they just clearly didn’t ever hear the saying “LESS IS MORE.”

    See what I mean?


    The first band cleared the stage and the second one entered, Car Bomb. Right after the first band ended two people left the railing right in front of us and I seized the opportunity to make it up front and almost center. We watched the band set up, putting strobe lights on either side of their set, and these huge LED lights behind the drummer. I have never been to a show where an only okay opening band has put the second band to shame. My god, it was fucking ridiculous. The vocalist looked like a big college bro with a beer belly. As soon as the band started off, the strobe lights went fucking apeshit and smoke machines went on. Musically, I don’t even know how to describe them because I was too busy trying not to have a seizure (and I’m not even epileptic!) The vocalist looked like he was an emcee rapping. He kept throwing his arm in front of him and flicking his riff with each pause of music, shuffling left and right for each drum beat. I spent the majority of their set looking bored as fuck trying to read the guitarist’s shirt, which after a few songs went by I finally realized said “Ripping Corpse.” (Initially I had thought Cannibal Corpse, then Tripping Corpse…Heh. I looked behind me a couple times and as far as I know, there was never a pit and there were only a few people actually bobbing their heads. This band actually made the first one look like gods; they were even harder to follow along to, putting a new meaning to the word spastic. At least with the first band I could nod along, sometimes. This one didn’t even allow it a little bit.
    When their set ended (fucking finally!) my ex told me that a girl right behind us had collapsed from a seizure in the middle of their set. Yeah, they were that bad.


    The crossed arms in the center is actually me!
    Being unimpressed and just waiting for Gojira.


    (As quoted by The Rev of ReturnToThePit: Car Bomb- within 10 minutes, they transformed the stage into and enchanted and exotic rave setting. Hang a few mountain scenes behind them and I would have sworn I was at mount fuji getting ready to trip balls to some bitch house crunk jam drum n bass tribal bs. The stage was covered in wires and lights...this is a really weird crowd for them, but I think they pulled it off...I wonder how gojira fans are going to handle the chariot... weird line up is weird.)

    I was skeptical of the third band, The Chariot. We had seen them in their van while we were waiting to get inside and they looked like young art students or something, all wearing skinny jeans and tight band tees. As we were waiting for their set to start we had no fucking idea what to expect. My ex and I agreed that no matter how awful they were, they’d be, without a doubt, better than the previous band. Watching them set up I appreciated the less showy look they had to their instruments. The drummer had drums from different colored sets, the two guitarists had guitars that looked like they’d been beaten on the sidewalk or run over by a truck. The one guitarist had a bunch of old IDs duct-taped sloppily onto the front of his. A number of knobs and switches were missing. The vocalist had big, thick rectangular glasses on that one would undeniably call “emo.” As soon as they started I could hear myself going increasingly more and more deaf. This band did not know the meaning of the saying. “loud is not always better.” I don’t even know how to describe this act. The vocalist took off his glasses for their set, and they went fucking WILD. One of the guitarists, clad in ripped jeans with a bunch of patches keeping them together with a lumberjack kind of look to him, jumped the fuck around like he was an elf, and kept throwing his guitar over his shoulder between riffs. The vocalist climbed to the barrier where the crowd was and looked like he would have crowd-surfed if the mic cord had been long enough. I suddenly understood why there were so many hardcore kids at this show. They were going crazy, shouting, arms flailing, and everything to this band. In the middle of a breakdown in the first song, the bassist threw down his bass, fucked around with a bunch of pedals, and then grabbed the mic form the vocalist who then picked up his bass. They were only switched roles for a brief part of one song.

    I was fascinated by this band’s presence; I couldn’t stand the music (if you could call it that, I’d more accurately call it noise) but they were putting on a hell of a performance. They all looked completely hammered, they kept swaying when they weren’t playing, and I thought to myself that if it weren’t for the need to continue playing they would have probably fallen down. They kept jumping around and going wild, and for the last song, one of the guitarists climbed up the side of the stage and onto one of the speakers, all the while having the strap of his guitar dangle from his ankle. He reached the top, kept playing, and at the very end threw his guitar on the very top of the stage and kept banging it against the ceiling (Speaker? I don’t even know) even after he broke a string. I was impressed with his ability to restring and retune his guitar in record speed once he climbed down. The drummer was playing so hard that the wing-nut (or whatever it’s called that keeps the top cymbal from coming off) flew off mid set.

    The band also had a very interesting exit that I really appreciated. While the last song kept dwindling they gradually left stage one by one, the bassist threw his bass in between the crowd barrier and the stage in a truly apathetic manner, and then the members came back one at a time, removing drums from the drummer’s set while he was still playing strong. Eventually his cymbal flew off, and he ran out of drums to play and just exited. This band, I came to realize has the potential to be really awesome if they were playing a different kind of music. I mean I guess plenty of people appreciate them the way they are, but personally I was only interested in taking in their stage presence more than the noise.
    (The interwebs tells me this band is a Christian metalcore band formed by ex-vocalist of Norma Jean. Oh jeeze.)




    This guy was fucking insane.

    That would be me right there!

    Ang again :p

    And there's my ex in the bottom corner right behind me.

    These double exposures are interesting...that would be me again, heh.

    Ninja shit!

    At this point, I felt significantly more deaf from being so close to the speakers and hearing the previous bands’ volumes cranked to the max. We were in prime positioning, right at the railing, one or two people away from being center. I was so anxious and excited; I was honestly shocked at how unmoved I had been by all three opening bands, usually at shows there are at least one or two decent, if not good, bands that you can enjoy (even if you wouldn’t listen to them in any other circumstance.)

    The lights dimmed and we watched Gojira enter the stage. The show started with a projection behind Mario (the drummer) of the cover of The Way of All Flesh and the stage had a greenish bluish tint to it. Christian (guitarist) was experiencing some technical difficulties so we watched them get everything all ready, even more antsy than before, what with having to actually see the band and not have them start. Joe (vocalist) reassured the crowd that Christian would be ready in ten seconds, and before we knew what was happening they launched into “Oroborus.” The crowd went completely wild, it was as if everyone had been holding back for the other bands and channeling their all into Gojira (which I’m sure is true, and the way it should have been anyway.) Before they had started I got the brief opportunity to look behind me and see the balcony completely packed with people, and the whole rest of the floor completely filled. After a couple songs Joe made a few jokes about Worcester, and how every time they come to Massachusetts they expect to play in Boston but always get booked in Worcester. He poked fun and asked for reassurance in how Worcester is pronounced (it’s like “wooster or woostuh”).

    I don’t know if it’s because I’m used to being so crammed into people, packed like sardines, that I can’t move as much as I’d like to, or it was just because of my excitement for Gojira, but for this show in particular I went completely crazy, I was so into it. My ex was able to brace himself behind me with his hands on the rail to give me a bit of breathing room. I appreciated their minimalist set, all they had was the flickering and constantly changing video playing behind Mario that was reminiscent of the strobe light effect that parts of the “To Sirius” video has. They were dressed simply, yet elegantly. My ex and I were discussing it after the show as to how you’d describe it and settled on “slightly formal-casual.” Collared shirts, studded belts, sneakers, nothing too showy or over the top, as if they were truly letting the music speak for itself.

    I had been a bit concerned about the sound because the previous bands had no balance and everything just sounded like chaos. When Gojira came on, their sound was perfect; you could hear everything clearly and perfectly. Their set flew by, as soon as they finished their encore (which was “Vacuity”) Christian and Joe came over to the barrier and showed some crowd appreciation. Christian smiled at me, and shook my hand tightly. He kept giving me silly looks while he was playing during their set (I had been right in front of him basically the whole time.) I patted Joe on the back and he touched my hand. Then the drummer, Mario jumped up onto the railing’s step and really reached out to his fans. Basically his sweaty shirtless body was right in front of my face, and realizing this he looked down at me, smiled, grasped my hand, and gave me a look that I’m sure was because he was right at my eyelevel.

    Their setlist, as far as I can remember, not in order:

    From the Sky
    The Heaviest Matter of the Universe
    A Sight to Behold
    Art of Dying
    Flying Whales
    Mario Drum Solo
    Esoteric Surgery
    Toxic Garbage Island
    The Way of All Flesh

    The Rev was only allowed to take pictures for 3 songs, and without flash, so there were limited pictures. Regardless:

    I wish there were more shots, the screen thing on the wall was fascinating to watch, in the later part of their set it kept morphing into different things. Really fucking cool.

    Many people, when asked what their favorite show ever was, can give solid answers. Now, I don’t know if it’s because I’m just not critical enough (doubtful) or if it’s because I’ve been to so many absolutely amazing shows, but I’ve never been able to answer this question. But this show was definitely very high up there, I think having enough space to breathe and move really improved the experience. When I think back to past shows I’ve been to, I remember having to keep my arms up in front of my chest, restricting my movement, having to tilt my head back to the ceiling to try and get fresh air, and only being able to really headbang in short bursts (let’s face it, headbanging only at the neck seriously hurts after a few seconds no matter how into the music one is). This time, I had a whole range of motion, no one in front of me to worry about, and could truly enjoy myself, rocking out to my full potential. What also really made it even better was when I went up to the balcony after the show ended, to check out the merch (I’ve been wanting a Gojira tee for a long fucking time) and got the very last of the size small for one of the shirts- the one with the moon that has the roots/branches coming out of the bottom.
    The official merch store tells me it's called Defend Life.

    Thank you for reading :)