Last Night: A Day To Remember, Etc. At Warehouse Live
Wednesday night can be described in three words: Confetti, balloons and rage.
Aftermath felt like we were at a B L A C K I E show or something, and we aren't just trying to name-drop Houston-grown musicians, although we're happy to do so as often as we can.
By the end of the night, most of the crowd members had lost much of their clothing. Half-naked teens and preteens abounded, lying on couches, catching their breath, while most of the twentysomethings managed to keep their shirts on.
Walking in, we felt like we were going to be arrested just for making eye contact with much of the audience, so we kept our eyes to the stage for the duration of the evening.
The evening's headliners, A Day to Remember, did not disappoint their fans. Beginning their set with an explosion of confetti that showered the adoring crowd, the five Floridians took all the energy that had been bestowed on the crowd during the first three bands' sets, rolled it all up into a big ball of half-fury/half-excitement and hurled it at the audience with the kind of force that only melodic, pop-punk metalcore can deliver.
Wait, you've never heard of that genre? Neither had we. But their performance was all the convincing we needed.
Pierce the Veil began the evening's entertainment in a big way with an enormous ruckus, as the band emerged onstage to a backdrop of Bowser - you know, the guy from Super Mario Bros. - as the beat of Wiz Khalifa's "Black and Yellow" resonated throughout the club. Later in their set, they also played a heavy metal reinterpretation of "Like a G6," which drew the crowd into a frenzy.
Pierce the Veil
What was radio-friendly pop music disguised as dubstep/techno doing at Wednesday night's show? Beats us, but everyone seemed to enjoy it, so who are we to question it?
PTV's first two songs were, without a doubt, of the metalcore persuasion, but as of their third song (and for the rest of the set), they sounded more like Yellowcard with cojones. But we don't say that to insult the band; in fact, we really enjoyed their set, which is more than we could say of We Came As Romans.
We Came as Romans
Maybe it's because we are getting old (or just feel like we are), or perhaps we still haven't quite warmed up to this particular genre of music, but Romans just sounded like ambient noise to us. The instruments were barely audible, tucked behind the vocalists' snarling growls, and there didn't seem to be any melody to it.
But our opinion didn't reflect that of the audience. The band's first song began with a chant-along by the crowd, while dozens of wide-eyed parents realized that their little angels were growing up and getting angsty.
It was a beautiful, emotional moment... in its own right.