Bree!

HOLLYWOOD-- Tuesday night the Alternative Press tour hit Tinsel Town! It started kind of ridiculously early (anyone who caught Forever The Sickest Kids or Sonny, drop a comment and I’ll include your review!), but I dashed in as those glorious boys from The Matches were taking the stage. The design school dropout in me gets giddy about their color coordination. OK, and red/black/white is my favorite color scheme.


Their set wasn’t really long enough to satisfy my needs, but they split it evenly between songs from Decomposer and new tunes from A Band in Hope. To be perfectly honest, I never got into Decomposer because I was too busy developing oppositional interests from my frienemies—the time to re-explore The Matches, my friends, is now. They played "We Are One" which is a FANTASTIC crowd-engaging song, as well as "Wake the Sun." I REALLY wanted them to play "If I Were You" or "Between Halloweens" but ah well, all the more motivation to catch them next time around.


The Rocket Summer were up next—can I be shallow for a moment? The first thing I see of when I see Bryce Avary is "day-um, can I get some product recommendations?" He has PERFECTLY WHITE TEETH and smooth, shiny, perfectly straightened hair. I’ve never really been into TRS, but I really think their live show is the selling point for them. The synergy between the band and the crowd makes you go "F---- yeah, I want to be part of this!" I am a fan. I am converted.

Before All Time Low came out on stage, there was a "public service announcement" that when through a slew of obscenities that might be used, and if you are offended, "you should leave, because it’s our show, you f----ing pu---,"— or something of that nature. The banner behind them were filled with obscenities, too.


I got in the crowd so I could get some closer pics and like, get a workout holding ground against the pit kids. I love every song of theirs, so it’s hard to pick out highlights, BUT the banter between Alex and Jack rivals any song.

"I haven’t gotten any bras thrown at me tonight," said Jack between songs.

"That’s because we’re in L.A. Girls in L.A. don’t wear bras. They wear trendy tops with pasties," said Alex, "At least… that’s what I wear when I go out in L.A."

And then Jack got a few bras:
Their cover of Rihanna’s "Umbrella" was quality and mygod, I cannot wait for Punk Goes Crunk! They played "Remembering Sunday" as the encore, and it was just… a perfect ending. They sounded amazing and the crowd energy made the show 5x more fun. Long live pop-punk!