Barring any massive death or horrific destruction, I hope my namesake storm turns into a supermassive hurricane with 300 mph winds - and just blows offshore. Maybe be strong enough to curl around and beat up on France.

First of all, the drummer from Saxon Shore is a beast. Homeboy completely crashed through his entire kit, TWICE, and as it laid in shambles, he kept playing. Hard. I couldn’t believe me eyes. Saxon Shore drummer dude, I salute you.

As far as the rest of their set, Saxon Shore pretty much kicked some post-rock butt, stampeding their way through pasturized scenery. Lightning bolts, thunderheads, and open prairie, yo. Some seriously strong buffalocity.

As for Caspian, the crowd was way more stacked, and they all got knocked over. Beverly’s brightest sailed a strong breeze, stepping on peoples’ heads as they went by. Like a switchblade in post-rock’s fist, Caspian stabbed lofty balloons and tore through cloth, as they basically left everyone pantsless. The glass was definitely more than half full. They’re re-entering the studio soon, and sleek, expansive sounds are sure to come out.