Last night I watched a man easily above 200 lbs crowd surf at the Broadberry.
Last night I watched a man easily above 200 lbs crowd surf at the Broadberry. It’s this kind of energy, and ability to wind up a crowd, that Nashville, TN’s Diarrhea Planet is known for.
Since 2009, Diarrhea Planet has been raising eye brows with their band’s name, and raising crowd’s fists at shows, around the country.
Last night’s Broadberry set wasn’t the first time the 6 members (1 drummer, 1 bassist, 4 guitars) had graced a Richmond stage, and the crowd was abuzz with stories of what was to come – mosh pits and crowd surfing off stage, and hilarious shredding with back-to-back solos on stage.
All of these rumors were true. DP’s live show plays out like drunk-Journey in your high school best friend’s garage – everyone is singing (or yelling) along while any number of guitarists are riffing in a familiar, recognizable, but catchy-as-shit style.
While DP might not be breaking ground with their sound, they are a perfect example of “if you’re going to emulate something, make it your own.”
As the show progressed I made trips to the pit (as best as my body could take) and – except for the girl wearing heels – I found myself surrounded by fans who were just as pumped to crash into one another.
Behind the mosh pit, it’s always great to see a hipster crowd shift from their cross-armed perma-stance into fist bumps, and DP managed to pull off this feat with ease as well.
It was hard to not move your body through the high energy set.
Clocking in just under an hour, time flew by and before long DP said goodnight, and despite it being midnight on a Thursday, I could have watched them play another hour long set.
I managed to convince a few friends to come out to the show last minute by telling them “you’d be glad to be able to say you saw Diarrhea Planet,” and as we walked out of the club, limbs still warm from the pit, they knew I was right.
