So, I have like three mostly-finished posts (including a mile-long paean to Brand New, written after I saw them live for the seventh time a few months back), but instead of finishing any of them, I am going to say this: GALLOWS, GALLOWS, GALLOWS, GALLOWS. …GALLOWS, GALLOWS, GALLOWS. Okay, there were other bands there, too, but…Gallows. Gallows were so cool. They were (mostly) all British, and all tattooed, and all playing fucking awesome music. And the lead singer and guitarist went into the middle of the pit for a while–the lead singer had us make a circle pit around him. Their set was so, so cool. And fun. And they were nice when they sold me merch.
As for the rest of the show, which I guess existed, the venue was only like a third full, and everyone in the crowd seemed like they had never been to a show before. People utterly failed at the wall of death Four Year Strong tried to create, and a couple of dudes were awkwardly hardcore dancing to Title Fight and The Swellers, which were not exactly hardcore dancing fare. Circle pit? Yes. Standard pit? Yes. Hardcore dancing? Huh? There were also lots of fail crowd-surfers. It’s hard to crowd-surf when there’s not that much crowd to surf on. Keep that in mind, people.
Kendal and I had a good time during Four Year Strong. We basically just moshed and jumped around a bunch, even though neither of us had much knowledge of their songs. That sort of thing has never stopped me from having fun at a show, and it definitely didn’t this time. They’re super energetic and fun, and crashing into people to loud music is the best form of therapy in the world.
I left the show ridiculously happy, and in possession of a Gallows shirt, some free posters, and a year worth of free subscription to Alternative Press. I have never liked the writing in that magazine, but have always enjoyed the pictures–namely, cutting them out to tape on things. I shall have many new magazines to cut out. It will be good. And um, to end this post: GALLOWS.