“Everybody come to the front and check us out!” That’s how The Detractions started the night at the Palomino on Saturday night, and while some of the crowd chose to stay upstairs and eat, those who arrived early enough were treated to some tasty treats.
If that sounds cheesy, get used to it. This was a cheesy night.
From songs about the Breakfast Club to the catchiest song about cycling that the bike lobby needs to find out about, the Detractors were a warm and welcome start to the night. Their set was short, but very high energy. Heck, ask the three guys in the “mosh pit”.
Next up were the Ramblin’ Ambassadors. Led by a former Huevos Rancheros, they showed more power and ‘umpf’ than your average surf-rock instrumental band. Again, this is a band that seemed to be having a lot of fun on stage, and you could feel it in their music.
Now, back in the day, when MySpace was Facebook (and Facebook was still TheFaceBook), I only had one band that I followed on there. It was Helvis.
I’ve been waiting for this show for weeks, and they sure as hell didn’t disappoint. Raucous and loud, it was more fun that a pack of guys in questionably laundered Elvis suits should be allowed to have. There were old classic (Fucked On Glue), airborne meat (Ain’t Nothing But A Hot Dog) and a lot of empty seats, because everyone was on their feet.
Is this a short review? Absolutely. In the spirit of the night, we went for Brazillian barbecue right before this, and the meat hangover has been fearsome. The whole night seems like a blur of meat and music. Somehow, I think Helvis would understand.