Ten years gone. How the hell did that happen? Long before the New West days, before the band had five members (or six or four or three), and definitely before they all had those adorable little beards, Buxton first started putting pen to paper and pick to strings.
They didn't have a drummer when the band first started, and could have easily been classified in the same category as Dashboard Confessional and other standard emo fare of the early 2000s, but the only thing that mattered was that those youngsters, sitting in their parents' homes in La Porte, decided to start a band with little hope they'd be playing to a packed room of their family, friends and fans a cool decade later.
These five guys have firmly planted themselves into our Houston music culture, and are some of the friendliest dudes you could ever possibly spark up a conversation with. I'm proud to call each and every one of them my good friends, and while that makes it a bit hard to write an unbiased review, there really is no need to worry about it. Even if I were a casual observer and didn't know them personally, I still would have left this show with a beaming smile upon my face.