6/27/09 Columbus, OH @ Monster House
Austin combined efforts with Dennis (Black Dove) for this half hardcore half pop punk show. On this occasion it was better to combine then compete. I am a fan of genre mixing because it keeps things fresh and gives everyone a little something to enjoy or maybe to be turned on to for the first time. Also, a new blend of people happens, which is good for the CSBYS scene. Having bands from outside of the US is always a plus too. Usually it means cultural exchange through punk and the chance to be a good host.
La Armada came from Chicago by way of the Dominican Republic. Fast songs. Political lyrics. Melodic hardcore.
Diente Perro came from Puerto Rico. They had a playful, old school skate hardcore style. They were animated and fun. Both bands got to speak Spanish to Columbus residents Ana and Brenda and I think they enjoyed that. They had been doing their best at English all night, something I can only imagine to be very intimidating and tiring.
Dear Landlord from MN and IL is no BS, rough voiced, Midwestern pop-punk. Their music is meant for a basement. Their 7” is recommended for late weekend nights when fun is being had and you wanna shout but to a simple melodic tune.
Copyrights from Chicago have been a favorite to see play consistently. They play hard and very tight. They always sweat a worthy amount. Every song is a desperate anthem that if you haven’t lived as a punker, you probably will at some point. They did not disappoint.
I checked in earlier than usual after the show. I started to sleep in my on tour roommate’s bed because I was in the middle of moving rooms in the house. I woke up to noise in the backyard. Two band members that had some drinks were kicking a soccer ball around. One was standing right in my young garden of hopeful sprouts. I opened the window and said,
“Hey! You are standing in my fucking garden.” Blah blah, swear swear. They apologized and stopped. I fell asleep mad. In the morning, there were two deep foot prints in the garden’s dirt and a trampled tomato plant. More of the reality of living at a punk house. Ugh. Woe is me.