We got there just in time to catch an opening act known as Spector 45, and I was nothing short of blown away. I’m not sure if it was the way the lead singed climbed up the rafters to do a solo, or their amazing pyschobilly/ punkabilly sound, but they’ve defiantly made their place on my list of great bands. They were catchy, fast, and left a huge mark on me, and ended with the lead vocals/ guitar jumping out into the crowd to finish his solo. 5/5 hands down.
Not long after, the Bad Brains came on, and they were… entertaining. The music was all 100% there, but H.R. and his vocals were somewhere else. His attire included the top half of a suit, khaki pants, a towel, and a bullet proof vest. He sang mostly in prayer position, and occasionally had an acoustic/ electric guitar in his hands that he dusted with a rag religiously every few songs or so. As any Bad Brains fan knows, he has gone completely off the deep end. Audience members were eager to take advantage of this, jumping on stage to kiss him on the cheek, shake his hand, I drew the line at posing with him when I was pushed on stage. Some of the audience seemed as mental as H.R. In fact one audience member got on stage and began to bow and worship H.R. shouting “Jah!”
Eventually security had to stand on the edge of the stage to keep people from jumping on, which ruined my view of the band and subtracted from the show experience. Aside from that, though, the show was most enjoyable and left a huge mark on my memory.