Sugar Ray launched into their heavy chugging rap attack and wasted no time getting the crowd fistbanging, headslamming, bodysurfing, and that whoa-whoa thang.
Five kinda white/hispanic guys with mics and bats and lottsa tats. They’re trading their raps and stompin’ around, while the drummer’s chillin’ in the back.
They ripped through song after song with a minimum of stage banter. The music scream a mile a minute, like a souped-up muscle car with the pedal to the floor,
A 6-song teaser of fast and melodic hardcore. They used to be Standoff, but they’ve tightened and matured so much, that’s little more than name-dropping.