I had a hoot tonight.
Who would have thought that if you wave a peacock feather at a pretty girl and tell her to stick her ass out, they would?
Half the feathers stuck in back pockets ended up in their hair, the other half in their boyfriends hats.
Vex Cortex played a solid stoner rock set.
They frustrated me no end because they had everything sounding great except the pace.
Perfect distortion, rolling baseline but agonisingly close to getting my head banging yet not.
I even shouted that I'd let my hair out..give me something to bang to, and they pointed out none of them had hair.
At least I had a chat with them and got a phone number.
The Chans however were awesome.
I attempted to give myself concussion to their soothing chaos.
<Insert boomer opinionoid here>
My only gripe was the vocalist's between song banter, which seemed whiny rather than angry.
It's a punk band...harden the f*ck up!
Oops. Did I say that aloud?
Regardless... I'd love to see them again
I could have done without one puppy's comment "I admire your stamina"
I could have clobbered him with my Zimmer frame....if I had one.., so I flirted with his girlfriend instead. 