I suppose the first rule of responsible journalism is not to get drunk when covering a story. Luckily I am neither responsible, nor am I a journalist.Last night I went to a show at Marilyn's on K in Sacramento and proceeded to drink heavily, stopping only briefly to scribble barely legible notes on the back of show flyers. From what I can tell, a three-piece band from Modesto called Sapo Sueño played, and they were well-rehearsed and fairly tight. My notes include the phrases high school rock, Radiohead-esque, voice not suited for metal, and playing too hard for their britches. A friend of mine saw my notes, and said I was being too critical. At this point, I have no clue.
Next up was The Dirty Feet (self-described as Pink Floyd meets Tool). Great sound, nice vocals, but I was distracted trying to figure out why the bassist was wearing sweatpants. I guess when you rock that hard, comfort comes first.
Then came A New Hope, and I really enjoyed the show. They pull off the live hip hop thing very well, and the funk-slanted backing meshed with some nerdcore-ish mic skills make for an interesting sound. Oh, and another pair of sweatpants showed up, this time rocked by A New Hope MC, Prozak. It really was a banner night for elastic waistbands. Pseudo-journalistic bit: Prozak cites influence from The Pharcyde and The Fat Boys. Word.
Sex Rat also played, but at that point I was outside speaking in tongues. It may have been the first time anyone has gotten genuinely blitzed off Michelob Ultra. Band links below.
http://www.myspace.com/saposueno
http://www.myspace.com/thedirtyfeetband
http://www.myspace.com/anewhopecrew
http://www.sexrat.net/
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