Sacramento’s Trash Talk looked very calm, even poised as they set up their wall of Emperor amps with little fanfare and casually volleyed soft spoken requests to the sound man. As the first notes exploded, the band went ballistic and feral, launching into a relentless hardcore blast of short songs, some no longer than a minute in length. The badges scattered as the pit burst open and the vortex of arms and sweat looked like it would push out the walls. Singer/ scream king Lee Spielman had no boundaries, leaping off a six foot tall speaker onto unsuspecting industry types and never missing a word in a two minute beast of a song.
The set instilled fear in most of the attendees, most of them overcome by the wall of aggression and mass of elbows swung high and fast in front. It was a short show that first timers would never forget. Mission accomplished, Trash Talk.