So there I stood, uninvolved, as I watched SNFU go through the motions of retching up a sorry-Johnny-one-note performance. I don’t like them in a club either.
There’s a place where the generations still come together on July fourth just to see who can decorate the best goddamned bicycle and teach the most about sin.
They interspersed new and old songs evenly. Much sweat, lovely harmonies, and powerful guitar-driven melodies capable of swooning even your dead grandmother.
For a good time, catch a Suicide Machines show ASAP. For a better time, wait a few years. They poured out a high energy rock show, five seconds at a time.
The melodies are addictive, flashy guitar solos are replaced by phase-shifting stretchy chords that provide an overall thick and powerfully atmospheric sound.