Modern Rifles at Soda Bar, 4/1/11
It's taken me a long time to write this post because it's my first bad review of a show. I usually wouldn't do this, but I feel like we've all given Modern Rifles a pass lately because they used to be nice guys who made great music. Unfortunately, they're bitter and broken people now, after their year and a half hiatus. There is a time and place to write my worst review ever, and this is it.
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Last time I saw Modern Rifles, they were playing a final show at Tin Can Alehouse before breaking up. I remember how fantastic a show that was, a celebration of the music. I wish that band showed up this night.
Having everyone switch instruments midway through the first song might sound like a good idea, but musically it wasn't. They can barely play their own instruments, much less each others'. Daryl is a crappy drummer.
Oh, and they were all totally wasted. Extremely unprofessional. The only halfway coherent one of them was Dan, who showed up late laughing about how he just ran over a puppy while parking. So sad.
He sews the rings of his human victims into his strap- some sort of twisted keepsake.
Brian was really sick and I'm glad he was still able to come out. But what kind of sicko purposely tries to infect people by giving everyone uncomfortably long hugs?
Halfway through, Jon drunkenly asked the crowd how many fingers he was holding up. Because he couldn't tell. He kept repeating the same words for all his backup vocals- "Ham Sammie! Ham Sammie!" Every guitar blunder he made, he'd punctuate with "Feck me silly!"
After about 6 songs, they were barely able to stand up and started picking fights with random members in the crowd. In all the melee, I couldn't tell which one of them grabbed my camera, but he flung it to the ground, shattering it into a thousand tiny, yet expensive pieces . So until I can save up the money to buy a new camera, this blog is going dark for the next 6 months at very least. Thanks for ruining everything, Modern Rifles!
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Click on a photo to go to the full gallery.
Last time I saw Modern Rifles, they were playing a final show at Tin Can Alehouse before breaking up. I remember how fantastic a show that was, a celebration of the music. I wish that band showed up this night.
Having everyone switch instruments midway through the first song might sound like a good idea, but musically it wasn't. They can barely play their own instruments, much less each others'. Daryl is a crappy drummer.
Oh, and they were all totally wasted. Extremely unprofessional. The only halfway coherent one of them was Dan, who showed up late laughing about how he just ran over a puppy while parking. So sad.
He sews the rings of his human victims into his strap- some sort of twisted keepsake.
Brian was really sick and I'm glad he was still able to come out. But what kind of sicko purposely tries to infect people by giving everyone uncomfortably long hugs?
Halfway through, Jon drunkenly asked the crowd how many fingers he was holding up. Because he couldn't tell. He kept repeating the same words for all his backup vocals- "Ham Sammie! Ham Sammie!" Every guitar blunder he made, he'd punctuate with "Feck me silly!"
After about 6 songs, they were barely able to stand up and started picking fights with random members in the crowd. In all the melee, I couldn't tell which one of them grabbed my camera, but he flung it to the ground, shattering it into a thousand tiny, yet expensive pieces . So until I can save up the money to buy a new camera, this blog is going dark for the next 6 months at very least. Thanks for ruining everything, Modern Rifles!
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All Images Copyright © Michael Klayman 2011, All Rights Reserved.
It's nice to ask for permission before downloading or linking to them.


Wow! Dickheads!
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