Pete’s First 11 of ’11 – 2011 Show Reviews: Acaro @ Church 1/7

by Pete on Feb.23, 2011, under Audio, Live Shows, Media, News, Reviews

Acaro frontman Chris Herrell - Photo Credit: Jarvis

Acaro frontman Chris Herrell - Photo Credit: Jarvis

Whoa! WHOA, Greater Boston Area! You have seriously got to stop rocking so much! These shows are piling up faster than I can write about them. Since things are only about to get crazier with a slew of legit legends (Wanda Jackson, Motorhead, Jonathan Richman, The Pogues etc.) about to hit town in the next month, I figured now might be my best chance to tell you about some of the awesome shit that’s already gone down this year. And so, all this week, we will be taking a look back at the first 11 shows I’ve hit in 2011.

To see the rest of Pete’s First 11 of ‘11, click here!

Acaro – January 7 @ Church

My second outing of the year was another benefit show, this one to raise money for Leukemia and Lymphoma research. I was really hoping to get out of work early enough to catch this entire show, which also included sets by Razors in the Night, Tijuana Sweetheart and Buried in Leather. Unfortunately, my deeply satisfying job driving deliveries for a barbecue restaurant kept me from seeing all but the last act of the night.

Acaro – “Forever is Temporary” – EP 2010
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It remains to be seen if America is willing to embrace another Massachusetts metalcore band the way it embraced Killswitch Engage and Unearth in years past, but Acaro would seem to have as good a shot as anyone. That Friday at Church, a few dozen of their most raucous rooters made it plain that the local headbangers have Acaro’s back, and it’s not hard to see why. Like a good metalcore band should, they bring the frothing anguish of metal’s most inbred mongoloids, and retain the melodic charm of its enduring foreshredders. They stir the pit with beefy breakdowns, then make the black-shirts reach for their air guitars with ‘Maiden-melt harmonies and (you guessed it!) face-melting solos. Chris Harrell never sings; he only screams. Seems like a nice dude in interviews, but on stage with Acaro, he is one scary son of a bitch.




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