I unfortunately missed openers Katherine Hepburn’s Voice, but made my way into the already packed Comet just in time to catch the start of Partman Parthorse. That band has a lot of sex coming off of it. It’s hard trying to figure out exactly what Partman Parthorse sounds like: I hear a mix between the Make Up and Suicidal Tendencies, my buddy Andrew said Black Flag and the Germs mixed with Rap and Devo. Whatever it is they’re doing, it’s good. There’s never a dull moment, and although they didn’t incite a full on dance party it was clear that they had the full attention of everyone in the crowd.

No-Fi Soul Rebellion is pretty much a guaranteed dance party. Mark Heimer is a seasoned vet at working the crowd, singing in everyone’s face and doing everything he can to make No-Fi shows completely interactive. He makes everyone take a knee, lay down on the dirty floor, take their clothes off and put them on him as he sings. He’s a fine showman. And his wife is a hell of a guitar player.

I don’t go out to hip hop shows that often as I have been dubbed “painfully white” by the urban community. It was nice then of Cancer Rising to make an effort to come to my turf to entertain me. I thought they sounded like the Make Up mixed with Suicidal Tendencies, but my buddy Andrew thought they sounded like Rap, mixed with Devo. They were excellent with words. When they get too old to run around stages anymore they might be able to get jobs writing about other people rapping. If they survive the game, that is. I hear it’s a jungle out there.