Awe Yeah….C'mon
They came out on stage and played like angry unloved children with bad hair and quick English accents. Not like little hatchlings mouthing "chirp chirp" at birth breaking through their shells, but rather like Salt Crocs looking for their first Gazelle to gnaw on. Their songs were loud, fast, and hard. The 45-minutes of straight playing time with no encore left the 9:30 Club crowd wanting at least one more tune, but that wasn't happening. The band looked as if they had a late night appointment on a popular TV program and wanted to get out of the club fast. The drummer looked like he was twelve-years old and took the lead on vocals for one of the songs which got the crowd all rowdy. The base guitar player sweated profusely and he strummed a fast rhythmic English (Old Style Rock Band) beat. The lead singer, tall and lean with sweet English-Syle Mike Myers hair jammed on. Talented and young but with large sound.
They came out on stage and played like angry unloved children with bad hair and quick English accents. Not like little hatchlings mouthing "chirp chirp" at birth breaking through their shells, but rather like Salt Crocs looking for their first Gazelle to gnaw on. Their songs were loud, fast, and hard. The 45-minutes of straight playing time with no encore left the 9:30 Club crowd wanting at least one more tune, but that wasn't happening. The band looked as if they had a late night appointment on a popular TV program and wanted to get out of the club fast. The drummer looked like he was twelve-years old and took the lead on vocals for one of the songs which got the crowd all rowdy. The base guitar player sweated profusely and he strummed a fast rhythmic English (Old Style Rock Band) beat. The lead singer, tall and lean with sweet English-Syle Mike Myers hair jammed on. Talented and young but with large sound.