DIARRHEA PLANET ROCK THE SH*T OUT OF MHOW

His guitar is two inches from your face and he’s playing it with his tongue. There’s a knot of bodies beating up against your back. Your skin, still soaked from the storm, is remembering how to bruise. The girls in the center are draped across the stage with wild eyes, fingers beckoning for more as they succumb to the riffs. Those riffs are supplied by not one, but four lead guitarists – and a bassist. You wonder how you got here, and where the hell you are. Weirdly enough, the answer to both is Diarrhea Planet.

 

All kinds of messy recklessness take over when people get torrentially drenched before the show even starts. Music Hall of Williamsburg was in for a treat when the sky broke open on Thursday night. You could feel the madness brewing as soon as Music Band opened, dazzling in the realms of weird, retro rock. The venue’s white glare illuminated every dripping head and bead of sweat as they got things moving. But Music Band’s BYO-lights, which lit up whenever they jumped on them, provided an even brighter flash from beneath.

 

The room got dark and the screams got loud – two symptoms that mark the onset of Diarrhea Planet. Floating in with long hair and grins, the six-piece quickly sent sick and filthy solos cascading across five sets of frets. But the thrash of drums was never out of focus. As they wrapped the smack of heavy metal in their psychedelic warmth, the monstrous crowd chewed up its surfers and spit them out onto the stage.

 

Punches flew, heads banged, and Diarrhea Planet brought out the worst in everyone – in all the best ways. Between the vicious ripples of “Separations” and the epic strumming of “Kids,” fans were soaked in good, grungy vibes long after the rain had dried. When the guys finished with none other than “Ghost With a Boner,” a couple hundred moms, a couple states away, spontaneously wondered what their kid was up to that night.