Sleeveless member count: 0/4
A poor turn-out on the sleeveless member front is made up by the fact that one of Hey Vanity has an admirable beard. It’s not of ZZ Top proportions, but it’s got a healthy density and turns a fresh innocent face into a butch manly one.
The music has elements of punchy grown-up Pawp-Punk. It gets the first pockets of comitted head-nodding that we have seen today as a crowd swells all the way to the back of the room. It’s accessible enough to play around your parents without them being embarrassed about you, but also heavy enough for you not to be picked on by the older Goth kids if they see you like it.
A quiet moment in a song was punctured by what sounded like some sort of fire alarm. Zero sharts were given as they thuggishly powered on through, like the band playing as the Titanic was going down. But without the death of thousands, which is a plus.