Twisted from the wreckage of iron vengeance and forged in the fire of sonic combat, two bands stand opposed in a ring of beer, sweat, and bodies. Heaven and Hell are for mortals, but victory is forever.

On this night, The Handlebar patrons rocked on edge, dangling off the wooden precipice overlooking the descendant sea born of punk, surf, rock, metal and anything else the flesh of souls and sound could create. The rules of engagement were simple; one band would play a song and then the other band would follow-up with a song, each alternating until the night was over.

With the floor of the bar serving as the pitch of contest, the Cockfight crew set up camp on stage as the men of Daikaiju claimed the back of the bar as HQ for the night. With heavily spun drum rolls announcing each volley, the crowd played witness to the 100 watt monster, triple guitar and vocal attack of Cockfight. Led by Ethan Manns, Chris Cole, Roy Clark and their guardians of rhythm, Mike Lane (drums) and Adam Looney (bass), the band matched up their chord heavy artillery against the melodious, riff blitzkrieg of Daikaiju.

Manning an attack of stealth, speed and agility, the masked men of Daikaiju have no need for words or microphones. The instrumental foursome of fear fired a lightning-quick strike of single note guitar attacks from the duo of Secret-man and Rock-man while Rumble-man (bass) and Hands-man (drums) secured their mobile unit.

The evening textile of music swooned white as the battle of bands quickly turned into a party with dizzying dances from camp to camp as each song was completed. Audience members (and even a few band members) traversed the playing field to watch every retort. Staying up close to the action, instrument-to-face and notes-through-body for every song of the dueling sets.

As quickly as the night started, it soon came to an end. The victor of the evening? Everyone! The contest was ruled a draw.

-Story and photos by MLS

Cockfight site
Daikaiju site