Friday, December 6th… The Gramercy Theatre. New York. Srotakin IV. Rock. It was a rainy evening and I had no intention of actually leaving home on that night. It was cold, I was going through it with my first spell of being sick for the season. It was just an out-and-out shitty night in New York. Saying all of that, I could not just sit home and recuperate. I had a yearning that needed to be satisfied. Only Srotakin IV’s brand of bad ass rock could get me to go out in that soaking rain. I was not disappointed.
With my energy fast draining away from my being, we bust through the doors and head right for the front of the stage…
Alex English, drummer extraordinaire informed me earlier in the day that the band was going on at 8pm, but as a case of bad luck and shitty New York transit service would have it, my girl and I don’t get to our final destination until 8:30PM and then it was just a matter of finding the theatre, of which I’d only been to once by that point. So, nothing is working out. Continuous downpour? Check. Lost in New York City? Check. Still sick AND soaked to the bone? Check, check. My girl and I arrive at the venue at 8:35PM. Even before we enter through the venue doors, Srotakin IV’s music is booming out into the hall. Fuck. Did I seriously come here for 10 minutes of Srotakin IV rocking? Was their set just about done? Luckily, it was not. The band had just hit the stage 10 minutes prior to my very late arrival. With my energy fast draining away from my being, we bust through the doors and head right for the front of the stage. The Gramercy Theatre offers upper level seating, but regardless of how I felt, I wanted to be right in the thick of it, sickness be damned.
The boys from Srotakin IV: Alex English, Danny Pellegrini (Guitar, Lead Vox), and Chris Mikrut (bass) we’re doing their rocking best to entertain all in attendance. The band was speeding through their debut effort, Rock N’ Roll Bender, with fluid professionalism. To look at the band command the stage, you would have been fool enough to think that they were veterans in the Rock game. Two years. Two fucking years!! That’s when Srotakin IV first got together. Such pros! Such consummate pros. There is not one individual bright shining star among them. Srotakin IV, as a unit, command their stage each in their own way; they are all stars, and as another body amongst the throng in the audience bearing witness to the spectacle on stage, all eyes are transfixed to the pure rock-ness of it all.
Srotakin IV are keepers of the Flame and an evening with them is proof that rebellious rock reigns supreme.
A half hour into their set, and Srotakin IV show no signs of let up. The songs just keep coming and the audience is eating it all up, hanging on Danny’s every word. Srotakin IV, as I stated in a previous piece play with the reckless abandon reminiscent of classic Guns N’ Roses. It’s refreshing to see that kind of rock spirit again after all this time. Srotakin IV are keepers of the Flame and an evening with them is proof that rebellious rock reigns supreme.