I saw Lupus my first and only time in Churchill’s Pub, Miami. A band I would be unlikely to come across on my own, as they are from Colombia and with Spanish lyrics, if not for the incredible magic city.
Lead singer, Alejandro Blattodea, was wandering around the room before taking the stage. Before I even heard him sing, I was already SMITTEN-AS-FUCK. I like vicious babes, and he is a unique beauty who I hadn’t seen before. Not to mention the fucking alpha male in the room, no question.
His photo still scrolls by on the screens at Churchill’s, and my creep-ass pauses to look at him every time it pops up. Tattooed chest exposed, a half-smile that looks like it pains him. I spend my time at the bar praying that, someday, I get the opportunity to drink champagne out of his belly button. Buy you a shot of whatever you want, Alejandro, and invited to Miami, you are.
I don’t mean to make this entire article about how completely fuckable Lupus’s lead singer is. I would have loved, for example, to name literally any other band member (The quad listed on their page only as: “Lord Byron, Bastard, Carlitos, & Davinch”), but you’ll have to understand no response from a band leaves me with a gaping lack of content. That said, they're a badass and talented crew and I wish to know more about them. Tiny Violin.
Anyway...
From Lupus on stage, you’ll get an immensely dark, devious energy. Brutal, grinding punk rock so vantablack it’s like negative space. I was a bit shocked and so, so, so excited to see Ale come into our home (Churchill’s) and spit on our stage, like, anytime babe. So fucking savage, his stage presence, that I’m still haunted by the sight of it in my wet dreams.
Though I was too pussy to talk to them that night, mostly because my Spanish is a fucking unforgivable insult to the whole of South America, I’ll always wish I had.
Fall in love for yourself on their Bandcamp, where you’ll find three releases: Lobos Moribundos (2011), La Mentria (2015), and Ribil (2018). Also, if you have any say in the matter, please bring them back to Miami.
If you happen to see them on a flyer, be sure to make it out, and if you are so lucky, tell em Bateman te envió.
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