Big Cooter
Opening the second stage (which in retrospect probably turned
out to be the more fun of the two stages of bands) was The Suicide
Machines. A band hailing from Detroit, with no fear in displaying
any paraphernalia, they seemed to truly only want to wow a
semi-quiet starting crowd. These guys played their 30-minute set to
perfection by invoking the crowd's desire to dance and stir-up some
action. Being unfamiliar to me in terms of the tunes that they
played, they induced the crowd to dance and mosh (pretty commonplace
on the second stage) by playing songs that most everyone, besides
me, knew. In actuality this band played a little over their allotted
thirty minute set, not that anyone minded.
The Dude on the Right
As has happened in the past, the second stage at a Jamboree is
many times the place to be. You've got the mosh pit, you've got the
body surfing, and you get the bands that know how to connect with
their audience.
This year you had a second stage that had part of it
jutting out, as someone around me described, as a limp dick, kinda
going for that MTV spring break look. Anyway, here came The Suicide
Machines. I've got two words for you about these guys - Kick Ass!
Sure, I've only got three songs to formulate an opinion about most
bands at Jamboree, but here was a band that knew how to work a
stage, knew how to connect with a crowd that knew their songs or
not, and just knew how to really kick-off a Jamboree. They
definitely are on my list of bands to see again.
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