Some great bands played this night. One was Magnetic. They were a three piece and they played some real heavy shit. Their guitarist sang and their only down side was that these heavy riffs are jamming and he just didn’t yell enough. He had a dope set up and a huge floorboard that must have cost about $1000. They offered to play some Warzone at one point and I called out a few titles but they didn’t know those. I yelled “Raybeez, rest in peace!” and someone else in the crowd cheered me on. Everyone else was silent. Not a lot of hardcore kids that day. After our set, their singer/guitarist gave me props on ‘Brown’ saying, “Anyone who has the guts to sing about a Cleveland Steamer is OK in my book”. If you aren’t familiar with the expression Cleveland Steamer as I was not, read the lyrics to ‘Brown’.
The Hysterics and Poonanies were poppy and sucked. Pie in the Sky was good but a little sloppy as usual. They still rocked though. I don’t think they’ll ever admit it, but I was probably their biggest fan.
