one, two...
...three was the name of the first band at the show i attended tonight. they were incorrectly named. i would have named them four because they tried to make four genres of music fit together like a mishapen jigsaw puzzle. and just like a four piece jigsaw puzzle they sucked. their vocals were semi-coheed, their guitars were semi-classical spanish, their drums were semi-hardcore, their overall sound was semi-metallica, and together these four pieces were entirely (not semi wretched.
underoath was the reason for my presence at this show. i saw the end of their set at cornerstone a few summers back, but i did not endure the full experience until tonight. and i was blasted with veneration. with three blazing guitars, keyboards, a singing drummer, and screaming lead vocalist, they rocked harder than i could have expected from listening to their most recent cd, they're only chasing safety {which is also sweet awesome}. i bought a zip up hoodie bearing their name, and when i got home i went online and bought a shirt of theirs which was on clearance. they rocked me, so now i will rock their apparel.
coheed and cambria was the final act, i stayed for a few songs. i enjoy them but i can only stand his cartoon like voice for so long. they had a fancy schmancy light display, but my roommate josephine and i left before they finished their set. we already had our fill thanks to the wonderful experience that is underoath.
'I've been up at this all night long
I've been drowning in my sleep
I've prayed for your safe place
And its time for us to leave'