Cook Street. A while ago

Nice house, tall and well kept. The general mood was welcoming once we joined the back yard through the bike lined side fence. In no time the crowd was settling into the early industry feel and with the onset of darkness magnum malt, the fourth member of our crew that night urged me to sit back, relax and just enjoy the time. Cause it was that kind of night: Smooth. Hey tiger played a half band half set showcasing promising vocals and jiggy strum by Walt it was a pleaant duet tryst with female counterpart and budding tamborinist Brianna. The as-advertised free vegan gumbo was a great luxury(though wouldn’t it be clever to name your band Free Vegan Gumbo just to have all those hippies and peace punx jump and riot thus adding more fire to the mosh pit…you know…Or for that matter more melancholy to the emo hum fest, depending on your musical fly stylings.) The people in attendance were at least cordial if not altogether nice and friendly. On the edge of tipsy I began to hear a strange and electrical tone of commotion from the basement. Oh shit. Setting it down and knocking one in her jar for all the cool shoes and hair-do’s shaking out their working stiff woes to the full and heavy wall of plugged in glam rocked thriller chord pandemonium that was this creeped out piece: Here Comes a Big Black Cloud. Fun dance tyranny and resonant vocals by the enticing crowd involvement duo that played a neverland shadow to the lead guitar/vocal power house positioned center left to the pop show. Shit lit on fire. It was a spectacular manifesto of fascist rock propaganda; Well done ya’ll. Next to play was popitilopitilus courageously treading through the gory blood soaked carnage following The Cloud’s most recent massacre. They were costumed, they were loud, and they had at the very least intriguing lyrics…if only they’d switched out of the basic punk drum kick pop snare snare ride every once in a while they may have been on par and might have been a good bridge to the next set. Guao Guao brought a good kick in with a sweet country punch of vocals and a lead drawl that soaked into the marrow of us all. Horsey Poney followed and I believe Hey Tiger closed up the menagerie with a full set but by then Magnum had long since left me drunk and frenzied. I pranced hazy and stumbling through good conversations and questionable decisions. A plus Portland the promise is voluminous and the volume is pumped up. The night was long. It was good. I woke up deservedly hungover.