If you don’t come to Punk Rock Bowling to do some damage then you are not doing the PRB properly. And by âpityâ it is in Keith Morris / Chuck Dukowski’s sense – the desire to make the most of a situation. Fortunately, at PRB there is a lot of fruit to pick. Who would be the best headliner? Who was the secret guest? How would Blag Dahlia manage to make a set of three hours during brunch? Who in their right mind would go into the pool with hundreds of other punks (cleanliness being extremely suspect)? This is why, to live fully, we must accept that there is no time to rest, and only time to relax.
That’s why as soon as I touched the ground Thursday night, I rushed to my hotel. I kicked open the door to my room, threw my bags inside, then sprinted to âThe Place on 7th,â the newest PRB affiliate site. I broke in just before the punk legends of the first wave Fear took the stage. The TPo7 is a great indoor venue that actually has an outdoor stage, giving it the intimate setting of a club, without the humidity, cigarette smoke, and generally the feeling of cave dwelling. Fear came out and Lee Ving was in classic style. His voice is still a blown airhorn and the band crushed around two dozen slammers with most of the tracks from the debut album. Fear was exactly what fear should be: loud, cowardly, sloppy, and destructive. There’s a reason legends are legends.
The next morning I ran into one of the two branches of Zia Records, the best record store in Vegas and one of the best record chains in the world. As usual, I had a lot of cool CD finds (Imported Rolling Stones releases, Roots Radics 12 inch dub) and some very cool record finds (Sloppy Seconds, Coathangers.)
Finally, Punk Rock Bowling was ready to start in good standing! the darts kicked out a high-energy garage meets a punk ensemble. Bad cop / Bad cop, which drew a huge crowd on the side stage, tore up a sweet yet political pop-punk ensemble. One wonders if they will be charged much more, the next awards ceremony. Todd C’s FYP were a surprise to see on the main stage and they rose to the mark. FYP was a curious line between the punk / hardcore charge of the first wave and the more accessible pop-punk style sound of the ’90s. Plus, since bands tear up high-energy song after high-energy sound, it can be difficult to translate that sound out of the club. FYB had no problem with that and wowed the crowd, sort of bringing the large field back to the basement.
Back on the small stage, PEARS brought their self-destructive sound, but somehow accessible. At this point, the band has come out on top and are in the rarefied position of having already had to hurry before playing a note. To that end, they performed with confidence and ease, oscillating at times between tight musicality and loose punk chaos. Back on the main stage, Dillinger four did what they do and the crowd was in it. Unlike PEARS, who seem to slide in and out of control, D4 has carved out a niche for themselves where they are totally in control of their instruments, but they give the impression that they are not in reality.
Back on the side stage, the crowd had completely packed for the dwarves, one of my most anticipated sets. The band don’t tour the east coast a lot so it was a rare chance to see them in action. The group has already mentioned that in a festival they play to win. Well, the Dwarves actually came to fight. The group has followed a most successful strategy and has gone from basher to basher – and the group has a lot of bashers. In fact, even their latest albums made it into the hit set and the latest jams “Sluts of the USA” and “We Only Came to get High” hit as hard as mega classics like “I’m in love with the USA. everyone’s daughter âandâ backseat of my car. âAs they are used to, the band applied a pop-punk style to their hardcore jams to make them really bounce in the crowd and a hardcore style. to pop-punk tunes to make the catchiest tracks particularly hit. Singer Blag Dahlia sounded great and served as both a ringleader and hypeman for the dwarves, repeatedly shouting “Dwarves are rock legends.” And âThe Dwarves are the greatest band ever.â Well, it’s nice of Blag to say that, but it was even nicer that the live PROVEN it. One of the highlights. weekend for sure!
Back on the main stage, the Menzinger played in front of a very large crowd and has huge video effects behind it, to the point that they really looked like an arena rock band – add to that some ‘crowd participation’ games as well, as anyone sees it. what a great rocker. They do what they do well, but that’s just not my thing – there’s not enough raw power or dangerâ¦ or damage so to speak. To each his own. In stark contrast to the great lights reaching Menzos, Homosexuals were back on the side stage and performed through a full set of classic Queers tunes in a high-energy style in the basement. It was quick and eye-catching, as they should be.
As the night dawned Frank turner was back on the main stage. He cut a few jokes about being English as he usually does and talked about finally being able to play live music again. I thought about doing an âunbiased, objectiveâ style review (which is an oxymoron in itself). So I’m just going to say this. My buddy and I weren’t in this set. It was slow or mid-tempo, soft to the point of being soft rock, and just wasn’t inspiring. And not that slow, smooth music is boring per se – Stevie Wonder’s sweetest tracks are some of the greatest songs of all time. But, this set appeared to me later than Sting than Stevie. My friend accepted. I just don’t understand and I don’t understand how it’s not classified as adult-contemporary. For me there was no fire, no surprises, no soul. But, we were clearly in the minority as Turner performed to enthusiastic applause like it seemed like a real rock star up there. I do not know what to say. I guess it’s me, not you. Back on the secondary scene, Anti flag performed in front of a large audience. They were energetic and passed broad sentences. It was good, even if it was a bit the same.
To crown the first evening of the festival itself, Descendants flew over a wide range, mixing hits and their band’s new album, 9th and walnut. I have now seen the Descendants three times, and each time they have been very good. At PRB, they were EXCEPTIONAL. I don’t know what it was – maybe because they were a substitute, they felt they really had to break everything. Maybe they were just really on point. The crowd was delighted. Singer Milo had a water bottle wrapped around his chest like an ammo belt and he was having drinks between songs – it was adorably comical. They released 30 massive songs, but it was so excited that the set looked like it was done the way it started. In fact, the group seemed to be surprised that they had already gone through thirty songs when their energy at the end was even higher than before. Of course, it’s good when legends are legendary.
After the festival itself was over, I took the plane back to the venue on the 7th. I arrived just in time to see Dog party. The duo have been rocking for almost a decade now and they are refining and refining their perfect rock essence (with a bit of country here and there). The band have new songs and they sound better than ever. The band have really proven themselves with their last three albums and they did it again with a quick and supercharged set at PRB. After the dog festival, Wicked jeans came out in great shape. You can never tell if the band is playing or really is a crazy bunch – on stage they debated which songs to play, and even said something like “we have some great songs to play for you, but we. will play a few more first. Of course all of their songs are pretty rock and awesome. The band is surprisingly able to walk the line between Ramonescore and 80s cheese rock without falling too far into either. They played some jingle tunes as well as their hardest hits like “Tears in my beer”. In fact, they rocked it so well that it suggests that the knucklehead act is just thatâ¦ and âActâ.
The evening ended with one of PRB’s biggest surprises. Lunachicks headlining the club’s show and it was their first set in nearly 20 years. Honestly, I didn’t know them much before the shoot and after that I was a big fan. Wearing daytime outfits, the band broke up the ’90s punk style (with a bit of grunge and harder metal here and there) and took a crooked stance on riotgrrrl music and feminist music while still being really , really funny. “Jerk of all trades” was a particularly important number, as were the moments when they really did come down and crash, powerful and punchy destructo sounds. It’s great to see your favorite bands destroy it at PRB. It’s also great to see bands that you don’t know do the same.
After hanging out with a few friends for a bit longer, I collapsed between 4 a.m. and 5 a.m., with the alarm optimistically set for 10 a.m.â¦ other record stores were waiting the next morningâ¦