Live Review: When the Deadbolt Breaks, Thunderchief and Dirt Pile in Connecticut, 08.23.25
Posted in Reviews on August 25th, 2025 by JJ KoczanI couldn’t tell you off-hand when the last time I was at Cherry Street Station might’ve been, but I do remember the first time. There’s been at least one more night at Wallingford, Connecticut’s train-station-turned-rock-bar — which has on their website a rule against both cover bands and cover songs by otherwise original artists; dedication to the cause — but it’s in the ether.
The Connecticut connection for me is my wife’s family. I live in New Jersey, and on an average night, Wallingford would be about two and a half hours from my house — almost as long as it would take to get to Brooklyn — so a little out of the realm of possibility when one considers a drive back after. But my wife’s mombis about 40 minutes from there on the shoreline, so we were in the area visiting, brought my own mother up and everything, and as the living room dug into the evening on return from getting post-dinner ice cream — I’d stayed home with the dogs because The Pecan didn’t want me to go; mostly because I suck, I believe — I absconded. Felt a bit like something I’d have done 20 years ago. Mostly because it is.
Three bands on the night. Earplugs in. I wore sandals and cutoff pajamas because I “forgot” sneakers and a pair of pants. It was okay though, the evening was pretty casual. Place is amazing. A local institution and a vibe besides. You can’t go wrong. It’s the kind of joint where, if you live in the town and you like metal, you just go. I don’t get here much, living in another state, but hell’s bells I’m glad it exists.
It went like this:
Dirt Pile
Based in New London, which once upon a time hosted a SHoD, sans-bass trio Dirt Pile basked in the deathsludge of the downtrodden. Earlier this year, the band — vocalist Matthew Hamblin, guitarist Jeff (you know Jeff; he doesn’t need a last name) and drummer Dean Beauchamp — released the six-tracker Sonic Sewer, and if you’re looking for kind self-talk, look elsewhere. I’m not sure if it was intended to be an EP for a full-length, but if it’s an album, it’s their first one, and either way, it’s beastly. I’d checked it out ahead of hitting the show because I don’t know anxiety? and found its rawness of tone and throat given vivid realization live. Hamblin got his steps in hardcore pacing back and forth in front of the stage — there was room up there, but screw it — and while they unquestionably have an aggro sound, if you look at the lyrics, most not all of the ire on Sonic Sewer is inwardly directed. Knowing that lessened the impression of chestbeating, and with riffs drawn as much from noise rock as sludge, tight songs delivered raw, and a general air of despondency about them, they came on, hit it hard and split. It’s not an overly complex formula, but it works. I bought both the CDs they had.
Thunderchief
Ah, the touring band. Thunderchief are splitting their Fall run up over the next couple months, and this was the fourth show of a tour that goes to Sept. 5. They’ve got copies of 2023’s Dekk Meg… at the merch. The duo is comprised of guitarist/vocalist/hotsauceist Rik Surly and drummer Erik Larson (also Avail, ATP, Sun Years, about a dozen others before you get to the one-offs), and the tour they’re doing is called ‘DIY or Die Trying,’ by which they mean they booked it themselves. Furious, they were. Half-thrash, sludge in the slow parts, and nasty to spare. They were a good follow-up for Dirt Pile, who stood in front of the stage and rocked out, reasonably so. Surly’s scream is vicious and from a place in his throat where it’s sustainable. He can do that for a month on the road. And Larson is among the best drummers I’ve ever seen, in a heavy context or any other. Digs in, almost like a guitarist (he’s one of those too) where you get the sense of how the player and the instrument commune, the latter an extension of the former. As Surly played through a full guitar stack and the standard roll-up Ampeg 8×10 bass cabinet, Larson made his snare regret everything it had ever done, and I was really, really glad to have been there to see and hear all of it.
When the Deadbolt Breaks
A long, long time ago, Aaron Lewis of When the Deadbolt Breaks, myself, and the drummer of the band I was in at the time did a project together over a weekend, and our bands had played together before and this was about 20 years ago now, so yeah, I was happy to see them for the first time in however long. Lewis, vocalist/noisemaker Amber and low-key monster bassist Steve played to a drum machine and celebrating this year’s noise-drenched horrorfest In the Glow of the Vatican Fire (review here) — incidentally, “noise-drenched horrorfest” is my new answer to “how’s it going?” — their brand of darkness was familiar in its consumption. I don’t know the last time I saw them and I don’t want to look — 2019 if I had to guess — but whether they’re crooning and minimalist and atmospheric or raging grind riffs, their element of threat is their own. I’m probably guilty of taking for granted a band whose output has been steadily drifting into an aural black hole for the last 15 years, but if I call them a good time, understand that comes with an undercurrent of malevolence and a psychedelia that is all in shades of black. I wondered if, in the longer term, but having a live drummer might let Lewis and company experiment with different sounds and styles of rhythm. I swear got dancey twice. Maybe, maybe not, but the fact that they’re the kind of band who 20 years on might try something new is not to be ignored. They’ve always gone deep. They did this time too, and they remain loud as all fucking get out. A pleasure to be swallowed whole by that distortion.
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A train went by the venue just before I pulled out of the parking lot. No stop at Cherry St. Hard not to be glad this venue exists — I’ll also note Wallingford is the home of Redscroll Records, which is also a boon to the planet — and that I was able to make it out. Thanks to my family for the understanding and support. There are some more pics after the jump if you’re up for it. Thanks for reading.





