Holy crap, y’all. Busy, busy, busy weekend coming up, seriously, starting tonight, Friday, June 24th (well, it actually started last night, really, but I’m afraid I neglected to post about those shows, sadly; the {football, etc.} show sounded pretty badass…)…
It’s hard to write about a Tilly and the Wall show. Very hard. Because people will inevitably expect you to write about the tapping. Or about the balloons. Or about the exploding confetti. Or about the adoring (read: a wee bit crazy) fans who make cupcakes for the band and bring Silly String to shoot square in the face of unsuspecting music writers trying to sip a beverage…
The evening started at approximately 7:30 PM with these local Houston guys’ performance. The music could be classified as the middle ground between hardcore and pop-punk; there were plenty of heavy guitar riffs, and the vocals alternated between unintelligible screams and tenor singing. The singer jerked his body around in time and occasionally swung the microphone around his arm…
Renowned surrealist Salvador Dali once said, “Have no fear of perfection — you’ll never reach it.” Dali obviously never saw Streetlight Manifesto live. Through the pursuit of art, man has made his most valiant attempts at perfection — Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel, Bogey in Casablanca, the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper — but few artists of late have come close to perfection in their respective field. Enter Streetlight Manifesto…
