A year ago, I watched The Menzingers play at Crescent Ballroom. I had blast witnessing all the kids crowd surf and getting lost in the music. It was then when I made a promise to myself that one day, I would photograph them live. Luckily for me, I made true on my vow on November 13, at Club Red.
Photos and Words by Gaby Kaos
This is the first review in a new column series called “A Kaos-ly Short Show Synopsis”.As an artist who has been in the music industry for over 15 years, my concert going experience has transformed from when I was simply a fan with a dream. With modern-day technology, we as a human race are constantly in an information overload state. With that in mind, I will be providing short “to the point” reviews that focus on my perspective as a musician who has a short attention span. For my first installment, I had the pleasure of shooting Angels & Airwaves on Wednesday, September 4, at the Marquee Theater in Tempe, Arizona. Also, on the lineup was the New Regime and Charming Liars. Marquee has always been one of my favorite venues to photograph at and I am a huge fan of Angels & Airwaves. To say I was excited to cover show is an understatement.
The Bash Proves Punk is Immortal
Photography & Words by Angela RoseRed
“This is history in the making.” Tim Armstrong howled proudly in the microphone among a sea of brew connoisseurs, rudies and punks from all waves at the first ever Bash Beer and Music Festival. The crowd responded with a unified chant which proved that his statement was factual.
Music and art collided for Romantic Rock’s third annual Punk Rock & Paintbrushes holiday art show that took place at Innerspace Gallery in Los Angeles, California.The Sound Sisters traveled from Arizona for an overnight turnaround trip to catch the special event. The exhibition featured original artwork by
This episode’s guest is a musician, artists, baker and overall badass with a heart filled with unicorn hugs. Who else could we be describing, but no other than Jennie Cotterill guitarist and vocalist of Bad Cop/Bad Cop. She opens up to the Sound Sisters about life on the road, what keeps her motivated, the balance between being an artist and a musician, all while reminiscing the good times that went down on the Girl Gang Tour.
I traveled down from North Hollywood and suffered through some gnarly traffic due to an accident. Unfortunately, I missed the first 4 bands including one of my favorite bands TSOL. Luckily, I arrived in time to catch FEAR. They never tour and this is one of the bands that made me want to attend the event in the first place. I was stoked to see two of the original members were on the roster. Aside from Lee Ving on guitar and vocals, Johnny Backbeat was behind the drum kit, which I was thankful to witness because no one else could replicate his unique drum style. His drumming truly helped define FEARS sound and I was glad to cross that off my concert bucket list.
Suicidal Tendencies was up next and they fucking delivered. Arguably, they were one of the best sets all weekend. Mike Muirs’ energy and positivity throughout their set and inspired me as a musician. He told old war stories from being a young kid being told, “you can’t dress like a cholo and be a punk rocker.” Well, we all know he fucking did it anyway! He said, “we were not victims. We were victorious!” They even had Institutionalized on the set list which is a song they rarely play live. Needless to say, the crowd went insane. Rightfully so, because it was fucking amazing.
Next was bro punks Pennywise. This had to be one of the best sets I’ve seen. That is saying something coming from someone who was lucky enough to watch their set from behind Byron McMackin’s drum kit at Punk Rock Bowling and to be thrown right into Fletcher Dragge during Brohym (surviving and being able to tell you this now). Jim’s energy was up and I wanted to be in front with him whipping and thrashing around. They even covered Bestie Boys and at one point brought out the Vandals. The fucking Vandals showed up and played that Cowboy Diddy. Joe Escalante was nowhere to be seen so Randy Bradbury filled in on bass.
The Offspring closed out the night, and at this point, I jumped a barricade with my girlfriend into the VIP section to get closer. It was awesome to see a big beach circle pit during their set. They played all their radio hits including that one that skyrocketed them into TRL’s top 10 with Carson Daly back in the day. You know you remember that jam.
With driving, parking, and walking we arrived just in time to find a spot against the barricade and watch The Interrupters. The Interrupters are one of those bands that just get better and better every time I see them. They are on point with their looks, the stage presence, and their banter. Aimee Interrupter is a boss babe and her energy is always well delivered. They covered the Sound System by Operation Ivy and ended their set with family but there was no Tim Armstrong on stage for this one. Bummer.
Next was the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. They were really good for their type of music, but I would have had them play before The Interrupters to help with the flow of the lineup. The crowd seemed a bit lackluster and more entertained with the beach balls being bumped back n forth.
Bad Religion was up and the crowd really filled and everyone was stoked to see them. They came out to an 8bit version of My Sharona. The set seemed short, but it was probably because they are so fun to watch and thrash to so time just flew right by. I loved watching Jay Bentley smile thru their set and Greg Graffin’s vocals sounded perfect. At one point my girlfriend turns to me and says “Greg is hot”….alrighty then…. Who am I to argue?
Rancid was solid as always. They played hits from a variety of their albums and even the new one. Kevin Bivona shredding on the keyboard throughout the set. At one point someone raised up an American flag from the crowd that had a Rancid banner attached to it. It was a rad sentiment because it made me feel like we were at some huge stadium festival from the 80s.
Social Distortion closed out the night and sounded amazing. Their light show was the best of all the bands that played. Mike brought up his son to play Ball and Chain. A bittersweet moment to watch between father and son.
All in all this fest was legit. It was a weekend filled with punk rock historical milestones. In addition to the bands, there were a lot of booths and extras with the bike portion of the festival. I hope this is an annual thing since it created many musical memories that will never fade.