Last night Friday night Dillinger Escape Plan, The Number Twelve Looks Like You,  Knife the Glitter and two other bands played at The Brewery.  In my continuing quest for journalistic excellence, I started drinking the moment I got there so some of this will be spotty.

First up let me say again PIMP YOUR SHIT. I have no idea who the first two bands were but all five were what I would call mathcore/experimental/hardcore. I’m about 100% sure one of them was Christian (which is fine) but since one of the components of mathcore is unintelligible vocals we’ll never know for sure. The first band was good and their drummer was amazing. I talked to the bass player for a little while at the merch table and he told me their name but now I’ve forgotten it.  So now I’m beginning to think pimp your shit should include business (music?) cards to give away at shows since some of us destroyed our short term memories in the 70′s and 80′s.

Knife the Glitter played without any vocals. I think they said something about why but I was getting a beer and didn’t hear. They sounded good regardless.

The Number Twelve Looks Like You was on next. They’re  seriously mathcore. They were technically excellent. The problem is that I have to be in the mood for mathcore kind of like jazz fusion and I really wasn’t feeling it on Friday. Again, the band was technically excellent and the energy level was high.

Dillinger Escape Plan was the headliner and they lived up to expectations (see above disclaimer). They tore it up on Black Bubblegum.

It was one of the largest crowds I’ve seen at The Brewery lately which is pretty impressive considering it was a $16 show. Of course for me half of the fun of live music is people watching and this show was no different. My favorite two moments were the really hot girl in the very short denim shorts and fishnets that bumped into me then asked if I had touched her ass.  I said I had and that if she’d warn me next time I’d grab it instead  which she clearly wasn’t prepared for so she hung around and we talked for awhile. The other was the chick that was standing in front of me late in the show with her boyfriend. She was clearly there because he was and very clearly not enjoying herself. I should have shot some video since she was a case study in pissy body language. Every time somebody bumped her from behind she acted like they were trying to dry hump her.

At one point she looked at her bf and said “Is he saying ‘I want your soul’? it sounds like he’s saying ‘Iwant your soul’. (He was). The best part was when somebody up in the mosh pit threw a partially full bottle of water back our way. It didn’t come within more than about 10 feet of us but she freaked and looked at him and said, “I don’t like that. What was that?” He kind of ignored her the whole time and I was thinking to myself ‘Dude, you’re going to be paying for this for weeks.’

If you happen to be reading this my only advice to you is: Dump the stiff and find somebody who’s into the same things as you. Life is too short, dude.

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