The evening is perfect. Except for the mosquitoes and the sweat-serving humidity. The high adrenaline alternative rock band: ‘Tails on Fire’ sets the tone for the epic grandeur of one of the biggest unique metal acts in Chennai- Wolf’s Lair’s EP release. Incidentally, bands now come with their official photographers; like vocalists come with their own baggage, chicks and tantrums. Photographers come a dime a dozen these days: some good ones, some average DSLR-owning Joes who think shoving their lens around is their birthright.
Standing on stage is a drunk, young girl with loose curls, a looser off-shoulder top and an even looser halter strap bra. She alternatively clicks pictures on stage, head (boob) bangs, skitters off stage, drinks directly from a RS Bottle and whispers crappy nothings into her friends’ ears. The skin show is haphazardly sexy, the drunken stupor is surely wannabe, the unsynchronised head banging is hesitantly forgiven and the tease photography is frankly a turn off.
But, something about this nondescript girl strikes a chord.
Youth. Life. Abandon.
In that instant, in that bubble, when everyone else is assimilating the magic of Wolf Lair’s metal meeting opera in the track Killzone, she is in her Happyzone.