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Can't Face the Falling, a local all female band, opened the show to a still filling crowd. While their brand of melodic pop rock was pretty unique, they had some painfully boring songs. The songs were too long and they lacked pizzaz. The duel vocal attack work out alright, even though the drummer (complete with Vince Neil 80's hair) sound like an angry Courtney Love. They had a couple decent parts, but I wasn't that impressed overall.
I give Camu credit for playing a show that isn't his crowd at all, but he was pretty horrible. His rapping was decent, but his attempts at both singing and screaming failed miserably. His songs sounded like he was goofing around during a soundcheck, with endings that seem to happen without warning. On the bright side, his set was no longer than 20 minutes.
The lights were very blue right before We are the Fury took the stage, and there were a few moments of no music, which let off a really odd feeling. We are the Fury played a pretty decent set. They were at their best when the piano parts sounded like 50/60s dance music. Their singer is a rock star in the making, as he pranced around like he was alone in his living room. Some of their songs had me looking at my watch, but I enjoyed their overall performance.
Morningwood was more about the performance than the actual music. They had a New Wave garage punk vibe to them, with some songs I enjoyed a lot and others that were terrible. But, the music took a back seat to the antics of Chantal Claret. She had the crowd yelling "titties" and "Spaceballs," and went on for about five minutes of a song talking about vaginas. She also did aerobics on stage and brought a girl up on stage and had her strip down to her bra and panties. With stage presence like that, it doesn't really matter how good the actual music is.
Daryl Palumbo looked like he was packing heat in his zipped up jacket with a fur collar that has become a popular trend for some reason. I wouldn't have been all that shocked if he took out a gun and starting busting some caps, but that never happened (at least while I was there). They opened their set with the two songs I wanted to hear ("At the Speed of a Yellow Bullet" and "Brooklyn is Burning"). They sounded alright, but not mind blowing. They followed up with a new song that was slow and sub par before playing "Bleeding Heart Baby," before playing another new song that had a catchy chorus but no groove. "Please Please Please (Young Hollywood)" was the last song I watched before heading home. It was the best song they played, but it still sounded like something was off.
Head Automatica had the crowd singing and dancing along, making them glad they bared the cold on a Monday night to go to a concert. I, on the other hand, was a little disappointed. They didn't play well enough for me to want to stay. They weren't all that bad, but I'm sure they've had better nights than this one.
Written by: RF