Yesterday was the first time I've seen Ubu Roi play somewhere that was not a crusty basement, backyard, or that one time they melted some high-schoolers faces in a living room at a house party. I've always had a blast seeing them, as much as I enjoy eating a tasty, hot slice of pizza, but their show at the Vera stage was like being served an entire pie loaded with all the toppings! They rose to the occasion like snarky little punk rockets and proceeded to slay the (far too meager) crowd with meaty guitar riffs and some serious shredding.
Ubu Roi, shredding.
Their sound was full, their melodies were intricate, layered with some real rabble-rousing drumming, and they actually appeared to have fun up there! Songs were played about how surfing sucks when you're bad at it, nailing a kick flip, and getting spit on by your best friend. The two guitarists did a guitar high-five before beginning their last song, really cementing them (tongue-in-cheekly) in the hardcore/punk genre. Refreshingly fun, rambunctious set to watch amidst the wasteland of Block Party, day three.
This character, pretending to hate Ubu Roi. Don't believe it.