Alright to start off, this show would have been amazing had the headliners lived up to the standards the first two bands set. Lit did an excellent job of tracking down two great opening acts that really did warm up the crowd.
Lefty, a band out of California, put on an amazing show for a bunch of people who didn’t even know who they were. The lead singer’s vocals were outstanding and the band had a really enjoyable sound that had just about everyone’s head banging by the end of their set.
Simply by looking at the band, you would not think they would play the music they were playing but looks are known to be deceiving. The two brooding guitarists to the left and right of the hyped and animated lead singer stood stoic for the majority of the show. Overall, Lefty deserves a hand for offering up one of only two quality performances for the evening.
Up next is the legendary Butch Walker. No wait. Walker is not legendary yet but with an explosive live show and enough energy to rock right through any headliners set should they decide to bow out, he will be.
With a mullet Mohawk combo, Walker looks like a banished punk rock god forced to play hole in the wall clubs when he should be in stadiums raising hell with the big dogs. Formerly of Marvelous 3, his solo debut has not even made it to the stores and he is already making a name for himself.
With a band made up of more larger than life personalities, including Monkey Boy, who works wonders with fruit loops, and JJ on guitar and bass, and drummer K Dog decked out in pigtails, Butch Walker and company could not even try to keep a low profile if they wanted to.
The glam rock infused sound blows away the crowd, especially with a cover of the Wayne’s World fave “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Walker had to help out the crowd a few times but
Lit was more than ready to rock Houston again as they took the stage although their instruments and equipment were not. The band frequents the Bayou City on their tours and tonight it seems they should have taken a break from Houston.
A. Jay Popoff could barely be heard when the band was playing even though he was screaming at the top of his lungs on the mic. In between songs he could be heard crystal clear but his vocals with the band did not mesh at all.
The forever goateed Jeremy Popoff was not up to par either and his guitar was not even tuned enough to make it sound like he might have been. To all those who beg to differ, I would like to remind everyone that during Butch Walker’s set Jeremy came on stage and did an awesome job. A few drinks later when Lit took the stage, Jeremy was no longer close to awesome on his guitar.
With hopes the songs off Atomic, their sophomore effort, would be given more depth live, I found myself more than disappointed.
“Happy In The Meantime,” “Something To Someone,” and “Lipstick and Bruises” were belted out with little coordination and might have sounded great to the drunken mob that had amassed in the front of the stage but it did not sound at all satisfying to long time Lit concert goers who know what this band is capable of.
Ramming recklessly through all the hit singles off their debut, including “My Own Worst Enemy,” “Miserable,” and “Zip-Lock,” Lit managed to mangle their songs with little effort.
The opening chords on “Miserable” sounded so wrong you could barely tell they were beginning to play their monster hit. “My Own Worst Enemy” was only redeemed by the fact that the entire line up piled on stage for a rock and roll train wreck that upstaged the terrible sound of the guitars.
Overall, the show proved a learning experience for the audience. First, they should remember that arriving early might introduce you to some amazing new bands you would not have found other wise and that a good band is only good sober, with the occasional exception.