Review
“At the Drive-In surprised the hell out of me by being power-chord
screamo, then degenerated into a HWM/Jawbreakery thing. Still, really
good for a while, and skinny black-haired spasticboy lead singer was
really, really entertaining. No buttons. Bummer. They played a song
about “two dead women” and my friend Kathy said, “This song makes me want
to drink myself to death… then maybe it could be about three dead
women!” To which I replied “Then they’d play it and I could say, ‘I know
one of those women!'” and followed up with “Yay Kathy!!!” just as the
song ended so of course everyone in the club heard me.
Apcoalypse Hoboken sucked. To quote a great man–me–“Do you
think they’d move more on stage if I threw a brick at them?” Whatever,
points for costumes, but boring and poor use of a megaphone (Wet-Nap’s
megaphone helmet is much cooler).
The Murder City Devils kicked some serious fucking ass. First punk
band I’ve seen who got as many people dancing as moshing, including y.t.,
and I’m supposed to be a jaded hipster fuck. Joanie, you’re wrong, their
stage show is fucking awesome. Everyone in motion the whole time–except
for the keyboardist, who I think was looking pretty-and-bored
deliberately to add to the whole rocknroll show–and burning drumkit…
yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. YEAH! OWW! WOO!
The Swingin’ Utters everyone’s seen before. *yawn*
Fin.”
