Nothing makes me want to slap a band more than when they bitch about how crappy a magazine gig is, seeing as they’re the sell-out whores, and they’re the ones being paid for it. Unbusted whined, and the Walkmen didn’t seem to give a crap, for which I will forever curse them for being such crappy sell-outs.
The Walkmen whipped out a couple popular tunes, mostly played their new, uninspiring material, and finished with “The Rat” as if they were doing us all a huge favor. The venue, the Cycloramatronomatic, is a huge, round room with brick floors and a pointed ceiling, aka the worst possible room to have a concert in.
Unbusted got rocked by the sounds of their own failures. Forget that the Cyclotronarama’s acoustics. They just sucked. Just watching the drummer made me feel like I needed elbow surgery. The highlight of the night was possibly mocking the crappy Honda Fit. 107 hp? My tricycle has more than that.
