Growing up in Maine, I attended more Punk and Post Hardcore shows than anything else. It was pretty much the only thing going on musically in my small town. Since moving out here, I hadn't gone to a lot of good old fashioned punk shows. That's why when I heard of an al punk showcase at Kilby, I went.
I got into Kilby right as the first band Uncle Dirt was finishing up their set. Kilby was full for once, and had to squeeze around a few people to find a place. Unfortunately, I only heard about two songs of Uncle Dirt. They were really short, as what I expected, but their stuff was fast, guitar driven and got the night started.
Up next was Pop Warner. After a minute of trying not to get electrocuted (a good way to get started), Pop Warner came out with a solid mix of screaming and Pop Punk sounds. Their drumming was fast and furious, and they're guitar licks were juicy and sweet. And it was loud. Real loud. WIsh I could have found my hearing protection because that snare drum may have been tatooed on my ear drums after their set.
Wicked Bears followed in true three piece punk form. The bassist/singer when setting up only said "I want lots of me in the monitors, that's it." I'm guessing he got it because for the first time, I could really hear solid vocals. Tunes with great phrase like "dear Mike Piazza" and "If you think you're special, you're not" stuck with me. I have a small sweet spot for punk I really love and they found it. Hoping to catch them at a show sometime soon again.
Red Sleeves came next, and was an amalgamation of 21 Pilots, The Maine, and any band from the 90's that you could shake your white-wash jeans to. Solid mix and a fat solid drum beat kept the songs grounded. Just kick and snare all the way baby. Definitely a band that wasn't just an artistic adventure that you either "get" or "don't."
Last, was Doris Day, the Queen of the night (totally assumed there was a girl in the band from the name, oops). 3 guitars, and little ska, and 20 minutes later, the night was over. Doris Day carried a lot of power on that stage, and although the guitars were a little hard to control at times, whenever the trumpet came in it seemed everyone got down. It was tough to hear the vocals over all the guitarist but the songs were powerful and tight. The crowd enjoyed it, an Doris Day enjoyed a fan base that actually moved. Unlike some of their southern fans (aka Provo)...