Sunday nights are never the best nights for gigs, nobody can be bothered to turn up, and the atmosphere never grows. Taking that into account, it comes as no surprise to see that tonight’s gig is played in front of less than a hundred people.
My Extraordinary start things off, and take to the stage to a still-gathering crowd, to tediously slug their way through a half-hour set, including a murdered cover of All Time Low‘s Dear Maria, Count Me In.
Not much more can be said for locals Taste Of Your Kiss, who make the most of a crowd at their peak, but play a very pretentious set of same-y, repetitive, and downright boring synth-laden pop songs. While they receive a warmer reaction than their predecessors, this isn’t really a band worthy of anything positive to say.
The less said about local ‘pop-punk’ outfit Impulse 11, the better. Delivering the exact same riff after riff of unsynchronised garbage about punk and girls, they deservedly play to a dead audience. Boasting a song they “just finished writing in the dressing room”, before slaying the legendary Billy Idol, these kids simply need to give up, as they aren’t impressing anyone. Worthy of the worst band you’re ever likely to see play.
Thankfully, Summerlin save what would be a downright depressing Sunday night by taking to the stage early, swapping places on the bill with It’s Our Time Now, to bounce on-stage and show the room what a real band should play like. Their short, energetic set shows a lot of potential from a band that have only been together around a year, dishing out a bouncy, catchy, All Time Low-ish charm that the youthful crowd laps up tonight. It’s all haircuts and skinny jeans, but what’s left of the audience love every minute.
The last band on the bill tonight are former members of Midterm Break, It’s Our Time Now. Unfortunately for them, there are only but around thirty people left in the room at this point, none of which it seems can be bothered with such a dreary performance following Summerlin’s blast of pop goodness. The night slowly drags out as more people begin to catch an early bus home, and unfortunately for It’s Our Time Now, their bass-heavy pop-punk racket isn’t near enough to save them from what could of been a better end to a less-than-satisfying gig.