Great American Music Hall
Feb. 9, 2013
Better than: Anything else you can buy for $5
As the last chord of the song rang out, John Brannon's grimace took center stage. The front man of pioneering Detroit hardcore outfit Negative Approach stood still, looking out into the crowd with pure anger, depression, and hatred. His right hand, gripping the microphone, slowly began to make its way up from his hip toward his mouth as feedback rang throughout Great American Music Hall.
His upper lip twitched, like a dog threateningly showing its teeth.
The mic continued its slow climb towards his mouth as the packed house looked on. Once the mic reached its destination, Brannon uttered only a single word through his teeth in a fierce, subdued tone.
That's when the bassline came in, and people lost their fucking shit.
(Skip to 21:23 to see this moment:)
Bad Antics from Orange County were the main support for the night. This riff-heavy skate-punk 'n' roll band has been around for a very long time, and have never given up on its brand of punk. These guys sound like a band that should be on the soundtrack of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, and with the work ethic they have, I have no doubts that one day they will be. They got the crowd moving, creating the first large circle pits of the night.
So it was a very special night. If you are punk living in the Bay Area and didn't come, you should be ashamed of yourself. Or better yet, just turn in your badge and gun, cause you're officially off the force. Negative 10,000 punk points to each and every one of you who chose to stay home. All of your opinions are void for at least a year because you obviously have horrible decision-making abilities. It's Negative fucking Approach for $5. That's practically free. You can't even get a burger for $5. This is a band from Detroit (aka on tour) that started in the '80s (aka time machine). Do you have any idea how many miles a time machine gets per tank of gas? I'll tell you right now -- it's not a lot. So do everyone a favor and just stay at home forever, because you are obviously not fit to function in the real world.
along. I was looking straight ahead when someone came crashing down on the top
of my head. My neck released a loud "pop! pop! pop!" and my head slammed
all the way down against my shoulder before I crashed to the floor.
"Oh my god, I broke my neck like all those people at the Cro-Mags show," I thought to myself.
My stomach sunk and panic set in.
Is it broken? It sounded like it snapped. What does a broken neck feel like? I can feel my feet. That means I'm fine, right? Is being paralyzed the same as breaking your neck? Maybe I just have a hair line fracture?. Oh god I can't feel my hands! Wait, yes I can, I thought to myself.
As I made the punk walk of shame towards the back of the venue, holding my neck, some of these thoughts were probably coming across on my face, because Certified B-list punk celebrity Meghan of Punch came up and asked me if I was okay.
I said I was. I didn't know at the time, but I'm pretty sure I am now. We'll see how sore I am. It was worth it. Don't come to the show unless you're ready to die for the cause.