COMUSIC REVIEW: Jack Grelle – self titled CD

Jack Grelle lives in one of the more interesting dualities in the world of Columbia, MO’s music scene. On one front is his footing in punk and hardcore, having been both the drummer for Bookmobile and the male vocalist in Task Force. However, what is slightly less known, is his foray into folk and country music that has occurred in tandem with his work in both bands, first under the pseudonym Javelin Track but eventually under his own name. After several years of intimate shows in houses and a couple of tours, this side of his work has finally been caught on disc.

On Jack Grelle’s self titled solo debut, he takes a stripped down approach in these tales of drifting and traveling delivered with a feel that’s part old timey yet also moody and relevant. Built around his acoustic guitar work and vocals, there’s a lonesome feeling on some of these tracks (“Jack’s Blouse,” “Troubled Mind”), while others use a minimal approach with some occasional banjo, fiddle, and some backup vocals to create a sound that both longs for connection while carrying on within its own space. Whether it’s a traveling song of sorts (“Don’t Follow a Line”) or a catchy live favorite that fans will recognize instantly (“Talkin’ Pocatello Blues”) Grelle and company manages to create audio tales of life, struggle, longing, and travel in its ups and downs that, while staying traditional in nature, seems way more current than the slick twanged up pop too many try and pass off as country music these days.

Jack Grelle isn’t a CD that will be everyone’s cup of tea. The stripped down sound and diverse subject matter will likely alienate those who just want some love songs or a simple aural wallpaper. However, for listeners willing to take the risk it does provide a listen that’s worth going to the store (or checking out his bandcamp page) to hear.

Weekend Music Preview – True/False and Elsewhere

First I want to wish everyone a happy night before the True/false Film Festival. While this weekend brings a wide variety of documentaries, short films, and other events, there’s a bit going on: a lot to do with the festival but some unaffiliated. With that in mind I thought I’d point out a few of the more interesting music events going on this weekend.

Tonight: In Defence, Heck Yeah, Gay Uncle, Thinline @ Cafe Berlin.

I know there’s good music tonight at the T/F Opening Party at Eastside with pscyh indie underground rockers Hott Lunch (who are great live) and Catacombz. But what if someone’s in the mood for some METAL!!!!! Or some metal with some HC punk mixed in. This is the event to get that fix. Minneapolis’ own In Defence come through town tonight to deliver some metalized HC blending thrashing power chord, humor, and their anti pizza agenda. Add to that new rising local band Gay Uncle and the return of Thinline and this should be of interest to those amongst us in the mood to bang their head, slam, or just throw up the devil horns and kick out the jams.

March 1: Bass Drum of Death, Jersualem and the Starbaskets, Ming Donkey @ Mojo’s

We all know the Jerusalem will blow minds as usual live (it’s what they do at this point). However, Bass Drum of Death lay down a tasty sonic brew of garage rock that should be interesting to see live. I know this has been mentioned elsewhere on this site but it will be a good rock n roll fix for the weekend (hopefully one of many).

All Weekend: buskers.

Yeah, there are always a couple of them downtown, but their arrival at T/F adds to the whole weekend, giving the town a special vibe that I actually wish happened more often in Columbia.

Saturday – Run on Sentence @ Cafe Berlin

With two T/F affiliated shows pretty much across the street from each other (the other Believers playing @ Mojo’s), this is a tough call to make. This may be worth trying to catch bits of both shows.

I know this is far from a complete view of the sounds that will go down in Como this weekend (including tonight). However, I hope it gives you a taste of what’s become a very special weekend over the years. Even if you can’t make a film for whatever reason, one can at least take time to check out some music.

COMUSIC REVIEW – Landlord Holocaust, Kills and Thrills, Dead Icons, and Gay Uncle @ Cafe Berlin.

It’s been a warmer than usual winter so far. There have been a couple moments of snow but nothing much sticking around. Meanwhile the semester is underway and the “holiday” many don’t want to deal with is on its way. So, as February 1st reminds us that it really is 2012, I needed to get out for a bit and decided on this show at Cafe Berlin

Gay Uncle opening up the night.


Gay Uncle first caught my ear at a show a couple weeks back so their appearance on this bill was an added bonus. They started off a little slow this time around, but after the first song the duo quickly veered into a set of guitar and drum forged hardcore that neared powerviolence levels of aggression at times. Loud, fast, and in your face, they value intensity and rawness slightly more than precision (though precision is there, make no mistake about that). WIth songs that go by at breakneck speed, Gay Uncle’s music sometimes seems to go by before you know it. However, there’s something here that makes me curious about them. These guys are on the way to becoming one of Columbia’s best underground bands so check them out if you get the chance.

Tearing up the stage - Dead Icons


Dead Icons from Kentucky proceeded to take the night into a completely different direction. This quartet threw down a heavy set of metal tinged HC punk with hoarse vocals and lots of scooped tone guitar leading songs set on pummel. Hard edges crunch and double bass drum rolls connected instantly with the kids in the pit. Their songs are more loud, fast audio missiles that aim to explode on contact. Admittedly some can say that Dead Icons’ music leans a lot on metal but the power is evidence regardless when they take over a stage and lay waste to the crowd. While I’d never heard Dead Icons before I saw the flyer for this show there’s something here that makes me curious what they’ll become down the road.


Kills and Thrills in action.

After a brief break and the usual tear down and setting up, Kills and Thrills came on to play. From the start this band lead a sonic throw down with some modern sounding HC punk delivered with a heft and intensity that surprised me. Seeming to be one part noise/one part punk fury, their music is dealt out in full force with a singer more than willing to dissolve the barrier between band and the sudience, this band playd hard driving music that takes no prisoners and has the ability to head in unexpected directions. While they take a relatively common dual guitar fired format, they approach it in a way that’s shocking yet somehow comfortable in the process. I’ve tried to explain what they’re about but Kills and Thrills are a band that you have to see live to understand.

Finally, it was time for Landlord Holocaust to wrap up the evening. This local quartet plays vintage influenced stripped down punk built firmly in the three chords loud fast rules camp with power chords in full effect and a straight ahead rhythm section. The band is talented but seemed to be slightly misplaced on the bill, having to close the show when they would’ve been better placed earlier on the bill. The band also appeared to be having an off night, though that could be as much due to bill placement than anything else. Yes, they’re talented and wear their vintage punk roots with pride but right now I feel it best to wait and see this band again before i make a judgement.

Bringing the night to a close with Landlord Holocaust.


Then the show was over. Most of us ventured out into the chilly but warmer than usual February night dazed and wondering what’s next. As I headed over to a friend’s house to wish him well on his birthday, I realized how early it turned our (two of the bands had to cancel, shortening the bill significantly). Still, it was a nice way to spend a milder than usual winter night here in Columbia.  I wonder what the rest of the month will be like.

COMUSIC REVIEW – The Hanukkah Jones Band – “Turn Your Head and Scoff” EP

     One thing that seems to be common when I type these reviews is the state of local music. While musicians in this town are playing a wide variety of music they face a wall of indifference from people so convinced that there’s nothing good that comes out of Columbia that they never even bother to check out any local artists to see whether they might be wrong or not. Thankfully not everyone in this town is like that; thus creating a community that, while underground in many ways, has a lot to offer not live in terms of live shows but on disc as well. One disc that piqued my interest lately was the second CD from The Hanukkah Jones Band.

On their latest disc Jon Heller and company offer up six songs that blend power pop hooks with some punk and hard rock attitude. It kicks off with “Hey Padme,” a tale of a dead relationship within a discussion of Star Wars prequels that seems obtuse lyrically but is carried by raw chords and a tasty guitar solo. Along the way, the songs are rockin’ tales regarding introspection, dying, love, life et al delivered with tight rhythms and saturated guitar tones. All the while, Heller’s lyrics carry a mix between pop culture and intellectual thoughts, creating songs that stand apart in many ways from run of the mill pop-punk or indie rock.

There are a number of changes since HJB’s debut CD Rodent Rage both in lineup (Heller is the only member who played on both discs) and soundwise. A slightly slicker production actually highlights the songs and helps the guitar tones stand out in the mix. However, the sonic changes aren’t so much a change in direction as a progression in the band’s aural vision, moving it forward in the process.

The Hanukkah Jones Band aren’t the hipster flavor of the month. However, if you want some melodic straight from the heart rock that’s melodic but also makes you think at times, their new disc is definitely one you should check out,

COMUSIC REVIEW – Coward, Jack Buck, The Spit @ Mojo’s

Mid January brought the first Friday the 13th of 2012. The city: Columbia, MO. The weather is cold and the area is recovering from a winter storm that, while normal in past years, seems in anomaly in an abnormally dry winter. Like this one has been so far. The semester is starting up at the area colleges. Thus, though not everyone has come back yet, there is an energy that has people coming out to see live music. Tonight, we look at this show at Mojo’s.

The Spit

The Spit kicking out the jams to start the evening.

New local band The Spit was opening the show tonight. This new band (this was their fifth show) set things into motion via a melodic, rough around the edges take on punk rock with buzzsaw guitars and songs that are direct and to the point. This quintet takes a high energy approach in these odes to life, communication, and death that comes through in the music and grabs your attention in the process. At only six songs, they focused on delivering the goods and gave the crowd a hard punk appetizer for the rest of the night. While the music of The Spit isn’t for everybody, people wanting a little roughness and honesty in their punk will do well to see them play live.


Jack Buck rocking the place.

I’d heard about Jack Buck through word of mouth and little bits of information gleaned online, but still hadn’t heard them yet, so this would be a surprise. After a false start/setup, the band returned shortly thereafter and took things into a somewhat different aural direction. This St. Louis quartet plays noise leaning metal built on effect tweaked guitars, the occasional sample, and spiderwebs of notes that weave through their songs. Hard, sometimes noisy, but with hints of atmospherics, they walk a fine line between metal, indie, and even some prog rock as the tension within often builds into moments of feedback and collision without losing the elements of melody in their sound. While Jack Buck’s sound does have similarities to some modern metal, their use of it as a jumping off point helps create heavy, ambient rock that sometimes knows more than it lets on. Need to check out their single.



Coward takes the crowd somewhere completely different.

I admit it had been a number of years since I’d last seen Coward play live so I was wondering what to expect. This quartet laid down an all instrumental set that was part dual drummer filled and keyboard driven tunes that almost border on jazz funk, part a guitar shred fueled fusion of hard rock, indie, and jazz that even could get close to progressive rock as much as anything metal related. It was an interesting match sonically as the subdued melded with harder more fiery pieces in a way that didn’t clash as much as some people might think. In the past I’d had a hard time trying to figure Coward out, but I now realize that their fusion of different musical styles makes them almost as a jazz band as they explore both rock and soul textures, though even this is somewhat of a misnomer. This was the tightest I’d ever seen them and they have piqued my curiosity towards any future plans they have.

Then it was over. As people slowly ventured out into the cold and light snow covered ground, plans were made and people bought merch. In a few days the semester would start at Mizzou and things would adjust back to a sense of quasi-normal – at least normal for Como. After a slow month in December, it was good to see some action going down in this town.

COMUSIC REVIEW – Jack Grelle, The Weeping Wildas, Graham MIles & Tommy Stallings @ Cafe Berlin 12/1/2011

I admit that December is traditionally a slow month for Columbia. The colder weather and longer nights tends to get people leaning more towards a hibernation mode than usual. In addition, the end of fall semester and preparations for finals creates a situation where shows become a bit scarce (for obvious reasons). However, along with the cold and a vibe that’s somehow simultaneously hectic and somewhat sleepy, there are things that surprise you. In my case, I was walking downtown on December 1st when I came across a flyer for this show at Cafe Berlin that I wasn’t aware of.

L to R: Tommy Stallings and Graham Miles

Strangely enough I end up missing opener Lizzie Wright due to running late at one of the very rare shows that started on time. I did make it about halfway through Graham Miles and Tommy Stallings’ set. With each alternative between acoustic guitar and bass (upright for Stallings, washtub for Miles) depending on the song, the duo played a collection of folk, blues and country songs that involved singalong choruses at times and delivered earnestly and true to their music’s roots. While they did struggle with the lack of a PA, the duo managed to overcome that and put on a straight ahead honest show that fans of roots and mountain music might enjoy.

Weeping WIldas

Local duo Weeping WIldas came up next with a homecoming show to almost wrap up their latest tour. Their songs are old timey mountain music that seems to be almost mined out of a mountaintop. Using just acoustic guitar, banjo and fiddle, their performance evoked a vibe that reminds one of country cabin front porches in these tales of life, love, and problems that come across like it’s 1901 as much as it does today. I’d never seen the duo before (though I had seen both Sam and Laura play in other bands and projects) so this proved to be a very interesting set.

Eventually it was time for Jack Grelle to take the stage and play a solo set. Somewhat more known in Columbia for his duties in local punk bands Task Force (as one of the two lead vocalsits) and Bookmobile (on drums), Grelle offereed up a set of pure unplugged country that told of trains, life, problems with the law, and the like with a honesty too often watered down in country music. Mostly solo, he told stories within the songs, taking the role of a balladeer of sorts along the way. Near the end, the Weeping Wildas joined him for several songs that took the set to a more mountain music/hillbilly feel. It wasn’t slick or commercial sounding, but there’s an honesty to whatever music Jack Grelle undertakes that has made him one of this town’s more interesting musicians along the way.

Jack Grelle with Laura of Weeping Wildas

Thus ends a show that came almost as a surprise. The nice weather of the day had turned to a winter night as people headed out into the cold. The next couple of weeks would be hectic for a lot of people at the show but for a few hours anyway, they had a release from their stress. It was one of those nights that proves again that sometimes the more interesting things in Columbia can happen when people are often too distracted to pay attention.

Comusic Review: Cave, Running, Jerusalem and the Starbaskets, Hott Lunch @ Mojo’s

First my apologies for taking so long to get this review up. Last weekend was very busy for me and I didn’t have a lot of time near a computer to put up reviews. While for many people in Columbia last weekend was memorable for Mizzou squashing Texas like a bug (17-5) for music fans it was likely they may have been among the packed crowd at the November 13th show at Mojo’s to see Cave.

Hott Lunch kicking out the jams....

First to play was locals Hott Lunch, who have been getting a bit of word of mouth from the underground. Expanding to a quartet, the band have brought a more psychedelic and hard rock leaning to their music with hard driving guitar hooks, a fair amount of garage rock organ and a lot of hooks. To put it mildly, these guys deliver one of the best rock shows in town. Unfortunately short (a necessarily thing with a four band bill), the band kicked out the jams in about six songs to reveal one of this town’s better bands. It’s been interesting to see Hott Lunch evolve and I’m curious to where their muse will lead them next.

Jeremy of Jerusalem and the Starbaskets

Jerusalem and the Starbaskets came up next and took things in a direction that’s similar, yet markedly different. As when I saw them in St. Louis last month, they still have the trio format.  Musically, they continue to create a melodic sound where vintage acid fried country rock meets noise laden alt rock, walking a thin line between punk, indie, and folk in the process.  This band has always followed its own muse, sometimes too freaky for melodic crowds, sometimes too melodic for freak folk fans.  However, its that unique vision that creates such interesting music and makes every show they do one worth checking out.

Had no clue what Running would be like only to find myself picking my jaw off the floor.  These guys unleashed some pure hardcore punk with hints of noise woven in.  Loud, fast, and in your face, each song came off like a grenade, coming off like a missing link between mid period Black Flag and No Means No.  Ferocious and uncompromising, Running is one of those bands that was like nothing else on the bill yet fit perfectly somehow.  Wish they’d come through here more often.

Running - may not grow on trees but they take the corwd by surprise.

A short time after Running left the stage the crowd grew thick adn slightly restless waiting for Cave to come up and play.  THe formerly local quartet was ready to decimate, diving into a set of mainly instrumental space rock built on drones and repetition with some near Kraut rock influences thrown into the aural mix.  Along the way, the band filtered in influences ranging from pschedelic rock to jazz-funk to pure space music.  Within their lengthy compositions the crowd reaches a slightly hypnotic feel, dancing along as the drones and chords build simemringly to a cresecndo.  While Cave have moved somewhat away from their local noise punk origins, the abdn has honed its hooks into a sonic machine that slowly lures the listener in until they succumb.  Their live shows are something that requires witnessing to truly understand what they’re about.

Three quareters of Cave getting into a locaked aural groove.

Once the show was over and people slowly began to filter out towards parties or whatever, a couple thoughts crossed my mind.  First, this had to be the largest crowd I’d ever seen for a Cavge show in the yearsw I’ve seen them.  Also, three quarters of the band either are or were local (running being the sole exception) though I wonder if anyone knew Cave came from here originally given this city’s antipathy towards local music way too much of the time.  Also, this turned out to be one of those nights that call to mind what Columbia can be (and has had glimpses of in the past).  This was going to be the start of a busy weekend for me  but one where the live shows kept my interest and made me wonder what was ahead as well as think of new ideas to create on my own.  This was an interesting night.


COMUSIC REVIEW – Neatly Knotted – “Sore Throat City” EP

One of the benefits of life in a college town is the amount of creativity that doesn’t necessarily exist in a lot of other places. This is especially true musically where, while not commonly known, there are a lot of things that lie underneath the surface that make you curious. Coming across this cassette is one such incident. Yes, you read that right; I said cassette.

Neatly Knotted is the brainchild of local musician, artist, and (in the interest of full disclosure) COMO Collective contributor Ben Chlapek. Using just a couple keyboards (largely organ, but there seem to be some piano on occasion as well), Chlapek creates lo-fi dark pop/psychedelia that can seem as comfortable along indie music circles as with the subgenres he draws from. Kicking off with “Around and Down,” there is a hint of melancholy here in these personal tales that could be in part due to the format, but seems to hint of the lo-fi nature of the material. Hinting at such topics as lack of money, surviving, friendship, and the like Neatly Knotted’s music has a minimalist approach that enhances the often moody nature of the music. This culminates in the EP’s closer “White Star,” an instrumental that has to be heard to truly understand it (I don’t think a review can really explain it).

Yes, Neatly Knotted’s debut EP isn’t for everyone. Some people will be put off by the lo-fi nature of the music (recorded on a 4 track cassette deck). However, this EP takes advantage of the medium’s limitations and makes it work for the music in a way that digital audio workstations and software that can allow recording hundreds of track wouldn’t. Only 75 copies of the cassette exist. However, during the writing of this review, I learned that there is a digital version at the Yards & Gods blog where a download is also available (for those who either can’t get a cassette or just prefer the convenience of digital). I need to see him play live one of these days.


Saturday April 22 in Columbia, MO. It’s the week after homecoming and the town is in the bizarre state of flux that is part football Saturday, part semi-humid fall weekend day. While there are a few things going on, the town does seem to lack some of the energy it tends to have on a weekend. However, as I got some errands done, I got ready for one of the few shows in this town that would seriously blur the divide between punk and metal. Thus, In Defence were returning to town for the first time since late May.

The Phaggs kicking things off for the night.

First up was local band The Phaggs to kick things off with a definite punk flavor. Diving headfirst into a set of the noisy HC with screamed vocals and guitar that nearly crumbles under its own semi hollow bodied distortion that’s become their signature. However, while their presence on this bill is slightly surprising given the more metal leanings of some of the bands, this trio (on this night anyway) is showing themselves to be the tightest they’ve ever been live. Yes, they definitely owe a nod to early to mid 80s hardcore and its hard to tell what they’re singing about, but Justice and his bandmates have come a long way from the chaotic, nihilistic band that they began as and may be one of the better bands in this town that a lot of people don’t know about.


All hail the mighty Creaturezoid.

Definitely flying another sonic flag altogether was Creaturezoid, whom I’d heard about for a couple years but somehow had always missed live due to either obligations I couldn’t get out of or arriving at an afternoon show at Flat Branch Park just as it ended; thus I was interested in hearing them. Their set was pure speed/death metal built on a wall of scooped tone guitar chords, tight songs, and a lot of solos. Dished with a singular power, the band’s songs go for the jugular with a solid footing and an edge that draws from earlier bands but isn’t completely beholden to them. While Columbia isn’t known as a metal town per se, this is a band that could play a vital role in making a dent towards that direction. If you dig thrash and 80s style crossover metal Creaturezoid is definitely worth checking out.

The Proselyte get ready to tear things up.

The Proselyte came from Boston and are on a short leg of a tour with In Defence. Since I’d never heard of them before I was curious to see what’s they’re like as they set up their wall of amps. What emerged from the speakers was doom/stoner metal (for lack of a better term) that arose from midtempo rhythms, a mix of heavy power chords and some bluesy leaning guitar licks and an energy that the band played as their lives depended on it. While there was a huge amount of gear on stage (by Berlin standards, anyway) the band played the fine line between volume and pure aggression as the songs pummeled over the crowd with a swagger that veered from assured to pure noise. They were also the loudest band on the bill with one person noting they stepped outside for a second and could hear everything perfectly. While their type of music isn’t everyone’s quart of brew the Proselyte know their sound and excel at giving the crowd a pure sonic attack that will stick with them.

In Defence: Ready for the Pit

In Defence were about to tear the house down by kind of bringing it back to where it began. The Minneapolis based quintet threw down a short, sharp blast of hardcore punk infused with a definite amount of pure metal throughout. Dual guitars blazed away at these somewhat humorous songs as the crowd got into instant pit mode. There’s a power and energy here that carried the band through a set that was, sadly, too short whether riffing on a new bass drum pedal that broke before it even got used or moshing vs. circle pits, the band maintained their mix of raw energy and hardcore attack that has been their bread and butter live. While there wasn’t the circle pit dance lesson like there was last time they were in town, In Defence again proved their ferocity as what hardcore and metal can come across as when it put together well and actually done right. Once again, they put on a live show you have to see to believe.

Post show, it was off into the Columbia night.  For  Saturday night it seemd unbelievably quiet.  Maybe it was the early afternoon loss the Tigers had to Oklahoma State, maybe it’s the time of the semester.  Regardless, it seemed to be a chilly though reflective contrast to the power and energy that took place inside Cafe Berlin that nigh thanks to the venue, Thorazine Overdose Productions for putting it on, the bands, and those who made it to the show.  This was an interesting way to spend an autumn night; a way I wish others could’ve shared.



I know this is a little unusual for a blog about Columbia to review a concert in St. Louis. After all, a local blog should focus on what’s happening locally. However, this show should be an interesting exception for several reasons as a Jerusalem and the Starbaskets show is somewhat rare for this local band. In addition, CAVE is one of the most known bands of that Chicago phenomenon known as the Columbia diaspora (a moment of several formerly local bands and musicians who’ve moved to Chicago and managed to make some sort of notice for themselves). So, with these two bands together (and as a possible hint of what next month might be like), it seemed fitting to post this review of their show from the upstairs gallery at 2720 Cherokee that happened last Friday night.

Catholic Guilt getting to near shamanic heights.

St Louis band Catholic Guilt’s opening set seemed more a compliment to the dubstep being played in the club downstairs than the other bands on the bill. The quartet didn’t play songs as much as perform a 20 or so minute aural journey using synthesizers, some effects pedals, and drums to create a sonic atmosphere that hinted at darkness but may have more underneath than expected. Rooted firmly in noise music, their sound was trippy at times and even a bit shamanic. However, it also ran the risk of sounding slightly monotonous after a while as it appeared to be merely one song rather than several tracks that fit together (though they may actually have been their plan). Catholic Guilt is a little ominous but has something that can be good in small doses. I’m still surprised they unplugged and left the stage so soon.

Kim and Jeremy from Jerusalem and the Starbaskets

After a period of milling about and people setting up, Jerusalem and the Starbaskets took their turn on the stage. A trio at this performance, they wasted not time and immediately delivered a batch of driving, sometimes abrasive, yet melodic blend of folk, country and indie rock that could go from markedly gentle to wall of noise at the drop of a pin. With only guitars and drums at their disposal, they made use of as much frequencies as they could and forged a sonic painting that reveals songs with a surprising range arising amidst what some could call chaos. This band has long been a bridge of sorts between noise rock, folk, and even country rock and tonight they continue that sonic journey. Given that Kim’s work on producing films and Jeremy’s recent move to Memphis means we don’t see them play all that often, a Jerusalem and the Starbaskets show still highlights some of the best that this town has to offer.

As one band tore down and another band began to set up on stage, the crowd was about to get a surprise as the members of Cave began to set up also. Yes, the band actually played on the floor. The quartet has evolved in the past roughly six years from noise rock towards a sound the blends psychedelic drone rock with a small amount of Krautrock in the mix. Mostly instrumental songs that seemed to build on a central theme is what Cave do and, while it may seem otherwise, the band somehow manages to make it rock in process. While drone music veers dangerous towards jam bands, there is a discipline and repetition here that separates Cave from pure improvisation that can sometimes falter in the jam band scene. The crowd, meanwhile, seemed lost in dancing to the band. Been a while since I’d seen Cave and am always surprised by how they evolve and grow each time.



After Cave played I tried to stick around to see Skarekrau Radio. Unfortunately, even though their gear was set up they still hadn’t gone on stage yet and it was getting later than expected. Rather than wait around, I decided to head out to where I was crashing that night.

So should you check this bill out. While Catholic Guilt probably won’t be coming to Columbia in the near future (though I could very well be wrong), I do recommend seeing Cave and JATSB when they come to town at Mojo’s next month.