There’s something very special about going to a show where you’re excited to see every single band on the bill. Last Thursday’s show at O’Brien’s featured a solid lineup comprised of Allston’s Nice Guys, Far Corners currently out of Rhode Island, and Texas’s Bad Sports. Each of them on their own would’ve made for a valid reason to head to the bar, but all of them on the same night made for an epic evening.
Nice Guys, “from down the street,” were a fantastic band to kick off the show and I’m embarrassed to admit it was my first time seeing them. Wickedly energetic, noisy in the great way, and giving no shits, their comfort with themselves and their songs as they wailed through loud and fuzzy guitars was an excellent set up to the night. Nice Guys paved the way for the rest of the show, and while it may have been my first time catching them, it sure as heck won’t be my last.
Following Nice Guys was Far Corners, a fantastic band I’d seen a few years ago when they played a night alongside Ex-Cult – I dug them then and they’ve only gotten better. Their rhythm section is an intense coupling of bass lines beaten into the ground and drums set to an unfaltering internal rhythm, producing the kind of music pulse you feel in your wrists, in your ribcage. Far Corners’ garage-punk minimalism is a treat to experience live with fast shouts, fast guitars, and spot-on drumming that’s damn near mechanical.
Bad Sports played a host of my own personal favorites from their Bras album, with the crowd (self included) singing along to “Terrible Place,” alongside a bunch of new songs off their latest release Constant Stimulation (including “Don’t Deserve Love,” which saw a video release at the beginning of last month). Bad Sports are constantly good and outdoing themselves both recorded and live, finding a great balance in a focused, fresh style of punk rock where the melody isn’t lost, the rock has substance, and the music-making looks effortless. They were a long way from home, but I hope they continue to find reasons to make pit-stops in Boston – I love seeing them when they pass through.