Die Rottz played a rough, and dirty straightforward Punk. With dirty guitars, pounding drums, and lyrics ranging from omelets, to stealing food, to protest songs against some sort of hipster venue from their hometown. They put on a highly entertaining set. In between banter was likely to consist of slurring, and repetitious use of the word "Fag". They got a great audience response as a number of attendees had reportedly been waiting to seem them play for years, and they held such anticipation with good reason. Fast, furious, and a bit plastered, they put on an amazing show.
Swingin' Dicks put on a stunning set with their Rock/Punk hybrid also drawing elements from the likes of early metal acts. Their frontman man did a stellar job of acting out the intensity of the music, which is no easy task, but none-the-less he jumped, and dropped his through the entire set, while the band pounded out blistering tunes for him to howl along to. They got an amazing reaction from the crowd, and what could be called the first pit of the night.
Angry Samoans started their set by first announcing a give away of a special Dr. 90210 shirt specially vandalized by the band in marker that trashed Dallas, and their football team. After finding a worthy home with Francisco of local thrashers H.R.A., the night truly began with some of their oldest songs like "Electrocute Your C*ck"(actually being a Vom tune), and "Right Side Of My Mind". One thing that was already apparent just a short way into their set was the fact that they have only gotten tighter through their years, and the music has not slowed in the slightest. They trimmed their set to focus on their fastest efforts, at one point stringing their most known 30 second songs "Todd Killings", "Hot Cars", "Time To Fuck", and "You Stupid Jerk", all into a hilariously compact run that had the crowd pushing, shoving in jumping in full gear. After awhile drummer Bill Vockeroth came out to do vocals on some classics like "You Stupid Asshole"(which had the crowd joining in quite prominently for the chorus), and "I'm A Pig", before witching places with normal mic holder, "Metal" Mike during(yes, they actually trade off mid song without letting the beat stop) a cover of the Subhumans(Canada) "Slave To My D*ck. From there the onslaught of fast and insulting tunes raged on with songs like "Steak Knife", "Light's Out", "Homo-Sexual", among others. The only slower moments included a short rendition of Britney Spears "Baby, One More Time", and the initial moments of "The Ballas Of Jerry Curlan" which ironically got a rather ballad worthy sing along from the audience.
By this point the band had finished through most of their repertoire, and began their finale block starting which included "Get Off The Air", and covers of Black Flag's "Wasted", and "Nervous Breakdown", during which vocal duty was given to... some weird kid who like runs a Punk zine or something. The crowd responded well enough to Mike's selected guest vocalist, and number of audience members joined onstage to *shrugs shoulders* After that fag got off stage the band announced it was time for their ultimate musical embodiment of teen angst/rebellion/insert fashionable term here "My Old Man's A Fatso".
But despite the intense set already put on by the band, the intense reaction from the audience prompted the band to take the stage again, and play the few remaining songs they hadn't included in the night's set: "BBC" a cover of the song from the end of the original Austin Powers movie, "Psych-Out 129", and the rare cut "Permanent Damage". BUT what made the night even more amazingly mind blowing than it already had been was the appearance of yet another song called "I Like To Drink & Fight"(which was rather fitting as a number of scuffles occurred over the night), a new creation from Bill and Collin(guitars) that ripped through with all the fury and sarcasm of the Samoans heyday. Having now reached well into the first morning hours the band bid good night on what was an absolutely mind blowing night that filled with hardcore punk, entertaining band-audience banter, and more.
Also, as a quick aside, given that I have on occasion had some people ask "Why did you call this person a fag? Give em a break!" Fag is practically my nickname... So, yeah connect the dots, I'm not that much of a prick.
And Bill Vockeroth says "Buy a Tx Punk shirt!"