Everything about this line-up was all energy. Fun, lively, loud, and most of all, different. These three bands took to stage at The Warehouse like they owned it, and finished like they were headlining their very own shows. First on the list is the Hot Tamales, an indie-alt group that has just as much enthusiasm as it does hair. Despite the smoke machine masking the poor bassist in a big, purple lit cloud of opaqueness, the band came out swinging with covers and original songs alike, expelling energy like exploding stars.
I’m telling you, when the frontman pulled his guitar behind his head and played the sickest riff I’ve possibly ever heard from a local band, or jumped into the crowd, guitar and all, for the very last song, I had to put my hand over my mouth in sheer awe. It was like something straight out of the 80’s, alight with showmanship and passion that can’t really be described.
Now, before I get into the last band of the evening, I want to make a quick reference to how genuinely awesome these guys are. Throughout the first two bands, I was maybe seven feet away from the lead guitarist without even knowing it; his genuine enjoyment of the other bands was evident through whoops of excitement for great covers and uncontained enthusiasm during original songs. When he took stage my own enthusiasm grew because here was a guy who came out to have a good time whether he was on the stage or in the audience, and that was what felt really genuine about them.
The three-piece indie-alt band opened with a cover of Danny California before moving into a cover of The Strokes with ease and swagger. The sound was fresh and young where the Hot Tamales were retro-chill, the guitarist/vocalist youthful-sounding with some vocal allusion to Gord Downie’s iconic vibrato while still standing out as unique and original.
And finally, without further adieu, I’m going to make my most honourable of mentions to the opener, and Go Live’s very own band, Untitled MP3. Despite some technical feedback, constant switching on stage from one musician to the next, and a perhaps a few nerves along the way, Untitled MP3 was alive with presence, providing a whole lot of variety for the whole audience.
And by variety, I mean variety. Four different vocalists, a plethora of guitar players, a mix of different genres, and an amazing combination of covers and original songs, Untitled MP3 attempted to do it all with great success, showing that the music scene in Niagara, and the music scene at Brock, isn’t going anywhere. There was an excellent switch from a gravelly bluesy sound to a more high-octane mid-nineties style anthem, making this band a hard act to follow quite literally.