So as I was saying, the dog ate my homework. When I went to the show at The Rock Star Bar back in January or whatever, I wrote an as-yet-unfinished review that was like 8,000 words long, and covered only the three bands I managed to catch (catch is the right verb here, because two of them put me in mind of a stomach virus) before Vaz. So it was basically Everything But the Vaz. It was also very mean. (Quelle fucking surprise.)

I'm pretty sure I typed it up somewhere. I can't find it now. A thumbnail sketch: First band was actually a one-woman noise experiment type performer who sat on the floor and played an autoharp with a clawhammer attatched to an amp*.

Next up was two guys with more soundboards, pedals, and amps than actual instruments. I will save my opinion of their performance for another time and provide you with Todd P's description of them instead (and please remember, this is supposed to be positive): Anyone who watched their seminal lakeside performance, accompanied by a sunset and geese taking flight--in Prospect Park this last spring--knows the beauty that these dudes, outside, with full drums kits between them can provide.

Go back and read that again.

Go back and read that again.

Go back and read that again.

For those of you who are not going back and reading that again, here, I'll repeat it: Anyone who watched their seminal lakeside performance, accompanied by a sunset and geese taking flight--in Prospect Park this last spring--knows the beauty that these dudes, outside, with full drums kits between them can provide.

Okay. Onto 50 Kaiten, from Japan. They wore matching hairdos and outfits and played 60s surf-garage and Ramones covers. They were wonderful and uplifting.

And, finally, Vaz came on and were fucking great and you'll just have to wait for the review that I may or may not ever finish. Or you could go see them tonight, which would be the smarter of the two options.

*This is one reporter's opinion. I'm not quite sure what the instrument was, really.