Celtic ambiance and mournful tunes. Really dug the flute, but too bad there was some kind of low-frequency hum that drowned it out and buzzed the speaker cabs.
Made up of former members of Bullet LaVolta, Voodoo Dolls, and Orangutang, this three-piece put its own creative spin on the Bob Mould/Sugar/Hüsker Dü sound.
Ignoring anything resembling diversity within or between songs, Sinister just plain play mind-numbingly fast, trudgingly slow, and thoroughly demonic songs.
Sgt. Pepper meets Lenny Kravitz for a drink in San Francisco. They cop some greenbud on Haight Street and, after rolling a fatty, go out cruising for girls.
Still has the hyperspeed attack, with cheesy lyrics about bleeding, bludgeoning, evil, and madness, mixed in with Judas-Priest-recorded-in-a-sewer-pipe metal.
If the music isn’t important, they should make more of the stage show. If the stage show isn’t important, then they should add more samples, loops, whatever…