This Little Underground
Published: August 2, 2012
Also sharing the bill was Sanford's Dead Yetis, who have good songs despite working the twee tip hard. It's mostly sweet, innocent fun, but you have to wonder how good these guys might be if they really dialed it in because they played with an occasional spark that was almost like a folky cousin to the Thermals. And I dig that the bassist kept jumping into the crowd to keep it sparked. I mean, his rig was fucked anyway so he made the experiential best of things by getting down in it, stirring up the floor and turning it into a party. The finale was an open invite for everyone to get onstage.
Earlier that night at Will's was Central Florida's Gnarly Whales, a folk-styled pop-punk group that, judging from this slipshod performance, have a barely formed sound. It was a hardly audible unplugged set that was only nominally listenable in terms of ensemble play and felt more like a public practice than a real show.
After seeing this particularly green crowd in action, a side note that I want to make to all you younger readers out there is to please learn basic tipping etiquette if you're gonna go to a goddamned bar. Christ.
Also, I didn't go to the show, but perhaps someone can explain to me what the hell Helmet is doing opening up for the Toadies (July 27, House of Blues).
And finally, go USA!
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