ANS, Coke Bust, Give, Fischer, Juice Tyme!

Fischer, from California, kicked thins off just after the sunset, around 7:45. This two-piece casts a wide net, blending scrappy pop-punk rock with some gruff vocals and indie / alt vibes. Fischer tried to hook me with a mix that was both reasonably fresh and tried and true, as American as salad. They played a very short set; their riffs ranged from solid to good and they deployed them efficiently, without undue repetition, switching things up before they got stale. B
The second band – whose name I fortunately did not catch – was crummy.  Their second song sounded like bad Radiohead before the volume kicked in and it sounded like heavy Coldplay.
I next turned my keen critical sights upon Give, a quartet which sounds like Henry Rollins fronting a post-millennial Dischord band, but more discordant than that stuff and better, with regular stylistic shifts. Give provides a nice amount of variation, except the vox, which are always gruff and rely on the same tones. Other members of the audience said Give has a “’90s vibe.”
This band was enthusiastic. The singer wore a Wu-Tang shirt. They just did a tour out west. A-

Juice Tyme! crushed. Do they deserve the exclamatory signifier? Yes. Psi-Dogg reviewed another set of theirs very capably in another dayafterdaydc post and I have nothing of substance to add to his comments. A

I don’t know much about ANS. Fliers for this show described them as “bowl riding, hill bombing stoked out Texas nuggets,” & “TX hardcore skateboard worship.”
They’re longhairs and play fretboard pyrotechnical thrash. Sometimes they sound too much like the late great Metallica (leading to conversations such as the following: “Yo: Is he just playing “Seek and Destroy in another key?”
“No, he’s not, but I see what you mean,” etc.).
ANS covers a range of stylistic ground: They offer hallucination-inducing instrumental interludes before returning back to thrashcore before plying that sweet resiny sludge beckoning you to abandon the wise, kind, traditional values with which you were raised and join ANS on a thrill ride to hell (just kidding). At times ANS were almost math-ridden, at times they crossed southern rock and metal, and almost always they reefed out on some extremely dexterous, catchy riffs.
Overheard audience comment: “That’s a sweet band – oh my God.” A
Coke Bust is a band comprised of vets of Turning Seasons, Bail Out! and Magurdergrind and lives up to its pedigree. They’ve been on the D.C. scene for a little while now and have established themselves as leaders of the pack.
At this show, I was impressed by the number of people I saw singing along (CB alone got the crowd moving on this particular evening). Bassist Young Jubert was bleeding profusely and looked to be in pain. He finished the set. There were around 50 people in the Corpse Fortress, maybe more (I counted about 40 earlier in the night).
A lot of celebs showed up to this, including Crisp Acts vets Pat and Matt. Accordingly, there were a lot of paparazzi in the crowd.  This was a fun show and Chris (give me some) Moore paid the price for my Corpse Fortress painting supplies with show dough. A



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