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Yawning Man – Witch Sin – Woodstock 69 – Partyboy Report


Suck it sonicblast! We don’t need your Kadavar’s or your Earthlesses or your Colour Haze’s! Yawning Man is the tits! The psychedelic, desert stoner rock tits!

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, let’s calm down for a bit and go one step at a time.

This 9/11, we headed to Woodstock 69 to report on two bands. We got this gig due to a 9/11 joke, so don’t discard 9/11 jokes out of your life.

Opening band was “Wich Sin” from Mirandela, a very beautiful town in fact! Is the band as beautiful as the city you ask?

Quite so! Their first single came out a few weeks ago (more like a month ago) a nice power trio of stoner fuzz that was great at setting the mood for the main event. We’ll see them again in less than a week at Outeiro Metal fest.

Did we tell you that it was HOT AS BAAAALLLS???

Yes, Woodstock 69 always succeed at making you feel in the middle of a 69 in progress (or several). You could feel the dragon’s breath as soon as you walked in the door.

Fortunately, the band did not give a shit! Straight from the middle of the desert in California, “Yawning Man” felt right at home in the desert heat of our local 69 bar.

As usual, the contrast between people who showed up to see the 30 year old veterans VS the people who showed up to see the opening act was very deep indeed.

We were taking a piss when it started, got there and the stage was packed with music junkies. Fuck!

Here’s what I did; since it was impossible to get any closer, hot as the desert and more of a sound band than a flashy theatrical band, I laid my ass down on the couch.

Yeah, Woodstock 69 has two big, red, comfy couches in the back. A joint in my hand, my ass rested and the best fucking tunes swimming over me, I tripped balls, it was amazing.

The best part was the vibrations from the loud music made the couch jiggle so it was like a massage bed.

Haha! Those fools upfront, dying from heat stroke while I get a full body massage with a giant fan next to my face for free to the sound of Yawning Man, this is the life.

After a while, the hot weather took its toll on the geography of the audience and it was easier to get up front to see the grandmasters of desert rock at work.

It was even more beautiful up close, they launched into “Ghost Beach” at that moment and it was majestic. Their songs flowed so nicely, true experience at its finest. It tastes even better when we’ve been blue balled by this band since 2015, when they cancelled on us at the deceased Reverence Fest.

The wait was worth it, we’ve been to five, yes FIVE editions of Sonicblast, two Reverences and more Milhoes de Festa than we’re proud of. This leaves out all the thousands of bands we’ve seen elsewhere playing this genre.

In all these years, never have we come across such deliciousness in sonic, desert stoner psychedelia. Many come close, just barely, but the competition is cute at best.

“Yawning Man” started it all, smoking a joint today would never be the same without their unique style and sound.

It was a bit sad that they didn’t play Rock formations, but that just gives us the urge to see them again, in case our sound boner wasn’t hard enough for them already.

Woodstock 69, you’re bringin a lot of good stuff this way, keep up the good work, we’ll start a crowdfunding campaign to get you some AC. Then you guys can bring some frosty black metal bands.

Enjoy the sexy video and photos of the event, Outeiro Metal Fest report coming this week.




Text and video editing by JP Alves

Photo and Video by Diogo Azevedo


Laurus Nobilis Music Fest – Famalicão – Partyboy Report


Drunk on drugs plunges into the unknown with our first ever report of Laurus Nobilis Music. No high or low expectations, just a bill of bands to enjoy all weekend.

We arrived slightly late since we had no idea where the festival was. The GPS sent us to some weird place.

But who cares? We got there eventually and the staff was very welcoming on arrival, camp wasn’t that great.

Although we didn’t notice because we got there at dusk, the campsite was a stretch of grass between the trees…but all the shade was reserved for an emergency trail in case the fire department had to show up. So no shade for 99% of people.

Who cares am I right? What about the fucking bands? You care about that yes? Let’s get to the bands.

Starting badly already with “Atreides” (badly us, not the band). We got there late and were still assembling our campsite while they played, sounded like some nice tradicional heavy metal.

Before we even set down our shit, someone was already handing us beer. Metal fests are very fast with alcohol.

We also missed “Booby Trap” but we’ve covered that before, enjoy.

After setting up shop, we hit the stage in time for the Portuguese History lesson. “Cruz de Ferro” were provoking a lot of headbanging.

These fellas played with Ensiferum some years ago at Hard Club, it was alright. Seems their fanbase increased quite a bit since last time. Congrats!

Most of their material is all about portuguese History, I guess people are into our country’s rich culture of corks and wine. Cool!

The last band was “Infraktor” which we had never heard of and had zero expectations.

They kicked everybody’s ass that night with some sexy thrash metal. No doubt, the best band of the night. Plenty of attitude from the stage and audience alike.

Next was the DJ who played two metal songs, then one rammstein electro remix and then trance and techno all night long.

There were two guys watching. I’m not even exaggerating.

That was just the intro day, free for everybody, even people who have no idea what metal is or why they should care.

Day two came around and we made a discovery. First, it was hot as balls everywhere but MOSTLY in your tent.

Naturally, everyone spent the afternoon in the shade by the trees blocking the emergency trail. We got yelled at a bit, they said we had to at least get the fuck out by 4 in the afternoon, around the time when the bands started but…what?

Ok, second discovery, there was a THIRD STAGE! Yes, there were three stages in total at Laurus Nobilis. Sadly, the third one was left out of the bill.

Since it was mostly garage bands, the organization left the promotion to them. Apparently they got lazy and fucked it up, barely anyone knew this existed or that they played there prior to the festival.

Nonetheless, some bands were alright, Mind crawler and Akroasis especially.

Third discovery was Ice cream. The Ice cream fucking ruled!!!

Now lets get to the bands.

The fest started with “Sotz”, a nice local band we’ve covered almost two years ago.  With their wild raving vocalist, they made the audience tear the grass off the floor before anyone else.

We did not see InVein, however, InVein is good, you should not follow our example. The heat just made us want to stay in the shade drinkin beer.

Finally the main stage opened and we headed in. Honestly guys…we don’t really have anything good to say about the first show. “Hills Have Eyes” is not our thing. They did have a lot of support from the audience though.

Speaking of which, we know that Dick has been absent for a while, making his appearance mostly in magazines but he claims to be doing a comeback anytime soon.

I wouldn’t trust him on that.

Anyway, things got much better when “Equaleft” showed up. They have a new bass player which happens to be one of the festival’s organizers, not sure if its permanent. Still got that kickass live spirit we’re used to.

The best band of the festival came amidst a howling frenzy. Prior to their entry on stage, the audience was requested to make 30 seconds of screaming and cheering in memory of the people who died at the rampant fires in Greece this summer.

Then they came, in dark futuristic lookin leather, “Septic Flesh”! At long last, after coming to this country at least two times opening for shitty but more renowned bands, the greek masters of symphonic death metal return to our country without the deadwheight.

We’re glad we waited to see them as the top band on the bill. Who wants to see them play 20 minutes and then suffer through an hour of Children of Bodom? Or Amon Amarth? Gross.

None of that this time, just one hour of deliciously malicious symphonies of death metal, “The Vampire from Nazareth, “Pyramid God”, “Communion” and many other classics made the dust rise to heaven, knock on god’s gates and flip him off as he answered the door.

The audience was thicker and more wild here than at any other point of the festival. They even played “Lovecraft’s Death” which is awesome and people said they wouldn’t. Ha! Suck it losers.

Hat’s off to Septic’s awesome power. The ancient greek gods favour them indeed.

To end the party on the main stage, came the infamous, the filthy, the disgustingly politically incorrect legends of portuguese punk, “Mata-Ratos”.

With Miguel Newton’s stare of “I hate you and I’m sick of your shit”, they squirted out classic after classic to the enthusiastic audience that was as drunk as it gets at this point, that includes us.

Last time was when they unleashed their new album, that little red riding hood song was hilarious! Anyway, check that here.

We failed to see Web or the thicc DJ, too much drinkin? Not enough? Who knows.

The next day started with a big old hangover. The staff didn’t bother to keep anyone out of the shade this day. They tried a little.

The stage opened with “Legacy of Cynthia”. This band just reminds me of that blonde fat girl from Carnivalé. It was some strange prog stuff, people seemed to like it.

When we came back “Revolution Within” we’re fuckin faces left and right.

These boys were among the first underground bands ever to cross paths with DOD, almost a decade ago. There were other bands but those ended.

Good to see that they are still in shape to throw walls of death at our testicles. Amazing show.

Back to the main stage which was opening with the first non-Moonspell portuguese metal band we heard about, over a decade ago. “The Temple” did not age well with our tastes in aggression, some songs still tickle our bums but mostly, it’s a little soft. Why Revolution Within didn’t play on that stage instead of them? Excellent question.

People didn’t wanna wait for RW that long.

It was time for Thrash and spanish thrashers “Crisix” filled everyone’s beer cup of expectations. Much more exciting than we anticipated, the crowd went insane in the dirt as the band went insane on stage.

The guitar player had more love for mosh pits than for his guitar. The pit rivaled Septic Flesh’s party from the night before.

Then they played a bunch of covers in a row as a joke, probably a poke at all the shitty half-assed party bands that go to all the local yearly celebrations of saints and all that.

Portuguese metal Daddies “Tarantula” played next to a massive crowd. After the somewhat terrible vocals of the last time we saw Paulo Barros fingering a guitar, this show felt very fresh and delicious.

All the metal teens in all the land gathered in mass towards the main stage as sweds “Dark Tranquillity” were about to begin their set. Sweds is right since the vocalist said “sweet” a lot but it always sounded like swed, hilarious.

Starting savagely with “Encircled”, all the nostalgia came rushing when we saw Stanne’s magical hair flowing in the wind as he roared lyrics to us.

This is a band we’ve been waiting to see for years now and they did not disappoint.

“Treason Wall”, “Science of Noise”, “Final Resistance”, “The Wonders at your Feet”, “Terminus” and many more sensual songs.

Why the fuck they didn’t play any songs from “We are the Void”, we also don’t know. I suppose that album got a lot of backlash, but we don’t care! We like it!

Awesome show anyway, very dark and tranquill at the same time.

Closing the festival at last (unless you count DJ Nattu, we did not stay for that) were goth melodeath boys ,“The Godiva”.

Never seen them before nor heard any music. Our buddies however, saw this band as their first ever underground PT band and they were experiencing nostalgia on a very high level, just as we did with DT and RW.

It was a nice ending show, darker than anything so far and quite intense. A little industrial sometimes, either that or we were very drunk already.

What a great weekend, apart from the fact that everytime someone from a band said ”Laurus” I heard “Vagos” (which is gay) it was a proper fucking fest with plenty of room to grow.

Our advice to you guys, keep the Ice cream and inject more grindcore and black metal into your festival. Melo death is fine, but when everyone is melo, ain’t nobody ragin’ and metal needs some ragin’ with our drinkin.

Just kidding, there was plenty of fun, but seriously, more variety in your bands and don’t bring back Moonspell for fucks sake.

Enjoy our sensual video and pictures of the event.

Oh, and if you found any glaring mistakes in our magazine, feel free to let us know, we were too wasted to notice.




Text and video by J.P. Alves

Photography by Regina

Video editing by Quaresma


Woodrock Fest 2018 – Partyboy Report


Remember when Sonic Blast was just 10 or 15 tents in a small park in front of the church? Drunk on Drugs remembers. Those were different times, when the festival was one day long and the people barely filled the stage areas.

With Milhoes de Festa dying (sort of) and Sonic Blast replacing it as the new hipster summer festival that people go to because of the pool and not the music, things are really evolving around here.

But we’re not here to talk about Sonic Blast, in fact, we won’t be doing that again. This report is about a festival that has the potential to become something HUGE and sold out as fuck.

We returned to Woodrock Festival in Quiaios, werewolf country. If you haven’t heard of Woodrock yet, you are missing out on one of the best festivals around.

The organization is extremely welcoming, the campsite is massive and relaxing ( a lot of ants though, LOTS) and the bands blew our expectations.

If you hate lines and crowds at festivals, then this is for you. The closest tent to our own was at least 50 meters away, so the capacity for more campers is very large. Since not a lot of people know about this festival, it doesn’t get overly crowded and annoying at any time (claustrophobe friendly).

Let’s get to the best part of this report, the bands!

Day one started fucking beautifully with “Igwana”, an instrumental duo that was far too good to be an opening act.

After entrancing the audience with their sweet tunes for a while, the drummer informed everyone that the front of the stage did not bite, which prompted the most immediate flooding of people to the front line we’ve seen ever.

The guitar pedaling mixed with the drummers multi instrumental savviness, evoked a heartfelt and thunderous applause from the audience at the turn of each song.

Up front were two little kids, one of them was related to the drummer apparently, uncle I guess.

Damn kid! That’s a badass uncle. Igwana was fucking lit, check that shit, seriously, go see it live for yourself.

The second band started as we were busy getting drunk at camp. It did not sound very good from far away but that impression can be deceiving, we stumbled back to the forest stage.

Mother of fucks! Were we wrong as hell!

NU” was the best fucking band of the festival to us. It felt like Mão Morta had injected heroin and sludge metal straight in the dickhole. What a sight!

The band’s presence was intense, particularly the vocalist whose attitude is reminiscing of Repressão Caótica, he plunged into the furious pit with careless determination, spewing the lyrics with sardonic passion.

If a band can make the phrase “the sun dries the lettuce leaves” sound like the most brutal and deep words of your life, then you know there is gold here.

Last year there was no pit on the forest stage, “NU” changed that. Shit is getting better and we’re only at the second band of the festival.

However, after those two bands, we needed time to get drunk and process the awesomeness of what had just occurred. We ended up missing Riding Panico and Dreamweapon, but our photographer says it was alright.

Day two brought familiar faces with “Heavy Cross of Flowers”, a band we’ve reported with pleasure in the past. A great stoner spectacle to start the night, however we still feel like you could replace the word flowers with ANYTHING ELSE.

Next was “Earth Drive” whom we did not know. Their vocalist had a lot of spunk and energy, they had a globe on stage, no idea why but it looked pretty. It was one of those brown vintage looking ones.

The swedes “Huanastone” came next. Damn! That was one of the best stoner performances we’ve seen ever, so much energy, such fucking great songs. They were pretty nice too and went home with the second edition of DOD magazine.

If you don’t know them, check out their stuff online and remember that Drunk on Drugs report always huana stone.

Following that sexy stoner was more sexy stoner with beef.

Planet of Zeus” was a more muscular stoner with plenty of rock thrown in the mix. We got pretty drunk on that and then missed the rest. Sorry “Ecstatic Vision”, we do have pictures because our photographer was on cocaine.

Last day of Woodrock started with “Cosmic Mass”, we don’t know if it’s church related or space related. It was a nice start.

Second round was “Fast Eddie Nelson” with some sensual rock’n’roll spiced with bluegrass, psych, folk and blues. A might fiesta ensued. Playing with Eddie was legendary punk man João Sampaio from Peste & Sida.

Honestly, the cover they played from them was the worst song (not that it was bad). What I’m saying is, Fast Eddie Nelson is a great and charismatic guitar fingerer, worth your time, worth paying to see live.

After Eddie came the classic portuguese rocnk’n’roll experience with “Capitao Fantasma”, for the portuguese impaired, that means Captain Ghost. Not as amazing to us as Mão Morta was last year, but an impressive rock performance nonetheless.

Specially when you LOOK older than the guy from Pentagram. He’s not old though, just a lot of hard drugs.

Next came the HURRICANE! Imagine White Stripes but with big rock’n’roll balls, all red, no white and in spanish. Sounds fucking awesome yes?

That is “Niña Coyote eta Chico Tornado”! Yes, we couldn’t say it right the entire festival but their sound got the whole audience horny as fuck and this was before they played the Rage against the Machine cover. A tremendous rock party, tornadoes and coyotes in red, fuck yeah!

The night and the festival ended with “The Cosmic Dead”, perpetually bound by Hades to close festivals.

They always close when we’re around at least.

Anyway, they started pretty mildly, some slow paced sounds set the ambiance and made us want to sleep.

Then out of nowhere, the band erupted into action and HOLY SHITBALLS!

Out of this world, all that mood setting was just the build up for a stoner orgasms we did not see coming but hit us square in the face.

A massive way to end the festival.

Just like last year, Woodrock was a blast. The simple quiet life of a festival, great bands without retarded fanbases, no million mile line to take a shit or buy tickets, no foul smelling toilets with mountains of poop reaching toward Uranus.

A relaxing weekend, the sweet life, a beer, a joint and good music.

Keep your mainstream shitstains, your Paredes de Coura, Primavera Sounds, Sudoeste and all the other horrible fests that are actually sponsored by big companies who hate you, not fellow lovers of music.

Woodrock is life and their beach is full of rock’n’roll. Let’s hope they keep it up for many years.




Text and crappy quality video by J.P. Alves

Photography and high quality video by Diogo Azevedo

Video Editing by Nuno Quaresma