It's got that Incubus feel that you love with a bit of a nu-metal vibe you can't get enough of. still hits hard, but your entire world changed the moment you heard 'Soul Searching' by Urbandub for the first time. You and your friends have consumed a whole lot of Incubus over the past years. It's Filipino rock at its finest, making listeners-intoxicated or not-bring out the best (or worst) in our vocal cords. You've had some of the good stuff and a whole lot of the terrible stuff, but none of that matters when the opening riff of 6cyclemind's 'Sige' plays. It's 2003 and you just started learning how to drink alcohol. (It's so iconic, Sandwich got the name of their 20 th anniversary concert Under the Glow of the Satellite, from the song's closing lyric.) You try to take a peek at the band playing on stage-it's Sandwich, playing your new all-time favourite song, '2 Trick Pony'. Suddenly you hear a '90s-inspired riff that reminds you of Radiohead with grungy vibes. You look around to find your friend, but she's nowhere in sight.
It's your first time at an underground show.
You've come back to life, making a mental note to pick up Project 11-41 at Tower Records or Odyssey tonight (whichever has it in stock). The heavy traffic is nothing but a nuisance now. You tune in to NU 107.5 and the opening riff of Slapshock's 'Wake Up' jolts your weary body as if you touched a live wire. There's a fire raging inside you, but you have to accept your fate. The tape of your Korn cassette has unravelled, jamming the player in your car. It's the height of nu-metal and a whole other high for Manila traffic. It's the song your crush keeps singing after all, and you've promised yourself to master the song on guitar so you could jam during recess. Little does your mom know that the strums of 'Torete' are making your heart pound faster. A garlicky explosion of soy sauce and calamansi coats your tongue. Fork in hand, you slurp up the noodles, trying to fight a smile. You grab the remote control and flip through the channels to find Vid-Ok-and Moonstar88's 'Torete' is on.
Waiting at the table is a plate of pancit canton that your mom cooked for you. It's the year 2000 and you just got back home from school. Your parents then take you to see a priest, but there's no going back. Next thing you know, you're screaming "Please just go away" at the top of your lungs. You start wearing baggy clothes and picture yourself with dreadlocks. You learn the word "schizophrenic" for the first time. 'Sink or Swim' is a door, your point of no return, to a curious world of heavier music. You know your religious parents would get mad if you listen to it, but your older brother plays it all the time, so what the hell.
There's something sinister about Chicosci's 'Sink or Swim'.
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