So, apparently according to the ticket left on my windsheild from the fine folks at Impark, I drive a Nissan and I am from BC.
Because there are not morons in the world.
Went to see bands with Jillers tonight at Red's. This is my review on the travesty known as Calico Drive.
As the set starts the band isn't even on stage. Instead we are forced to watch some god awful music video that must have cost a total of 50 dollars. Plotline to said video? Some loose stories weaved together by the underlying belief that all depressed people go to laundromats where a band just happens to be playing.
And then the band enters. And I use the term band loosely as the word band implies some sort of ability to play as a group which they severly lacked.
The band consists of five members. We have the drummer who, well, drums, who really notices drummers after all. Guitarist one just seemed lost standing all by himself with the obligitory tight pants that may or may not have been his girlfriends but paired with this we have a t-shirt that seems more suited to some hip hop boy and a shiny silver chain. The bassist reminded me of the missing member of Limp Bizkit.
And that leaves us with the singer and other guitar player. Where to start. Well for one there was the singer's spiffy tapered pants. The Def Leppard shirt. And then we must all ask the question, how many Adam Lazzara's does the world really need? Let's do the Adam checklist shall we. The tortured sounding lyrics? Check. The random spastic movements? Check. And of course let's not forget the ever present mic swinging. In the words of Brand New, mics are for singing, not swinging.
And last but not least the lead guitar player. A rather skinny boy who for some reason decided he needs to channel the fat guy from Alexisonfire. Either that or he's been in some tragic accident that took the upper part of his arms and therefore it is a medical condition that requires him to have his guitar at chin level.
Ah yes. Sherwood Park's version of and emo band. May they live long and prosper.