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Bayside / Senses Fail / Title Fight: live in New Yorklive in New York (2010)
Reviewer Rating: 3
Contributed by: InaGreendaseBrian
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You know, I'm from Long Island, and I've listened to Bayside since their rather underrated first full-length, Sirens and Condolences. But in the nearly seven years since that album's release, I'd had little motivation to see them live. I'm not really sure why, but if it was merely due to weak lineup.
You know, I'm from Long Island, and I've listened to Bayside since their rather underrated first full-length, Sirens and Condolences. But in the nearly seven years since that album's release, I'd had little motivation to see them live. I'm not really sure why, but if it was merely due to weak lineups, that all changed when I saw they were taking out Title Fight and Balance and Composure with them.
Title Fight's crowd in New York tends to consist primarily of hardcore kids still endeared to pop-punk in some way. That's not necessarily the case when they're playing larger-scale tours like these, though; it seemed like they probably picked up quite a few fans from the Set Your Goals tour. I'm almost getting used to see the band play on huge stages behind barricades, so I was looking forward to seeing them altogether, but they were pretty sloppy. Namely, the vocals and guitars, which didn't always hit their mark. I suppose you could cut them some slack, since they've been on tour for-fucking-ever, but you could sort of argue that they should be nailing it by now, which wasn't necessarily the case. Still, it was a scrappy and enjoyable set, and do you think their fans cared much anyway?
Someone in the back yelled "Bayside!" during their set, to which Ned Russin earnestly replied "Shut the fuck up! We're on tour!"; it was funny, and seemed par for the course as those surly, '90s emo-loving hardcore kids of Pennsylvania are prone to be.
Set list (7:41-8:06):
Senses Fail bummed me out in every way, shape and form. I gave the band a pass on their breakthrough EP, From the Depths of Dreams, because while frontman Buddy Nielsen didn't have the most eloquent lyrical expressions, the band's unabashedly nascent and nasal delivery of 2000s scream-touched emo struck somewhat of a chord with my 17-year-old self, and the followup LP, Let It Enfold You, had enough of Taking Back Sunday's half-time breakdowns to accept SF's significantly pop-oriented progression. (They lost me at the sophomore LP, Still Searching.) But here, they were only pressing on nerves.
Nielsen is known for talking a lot of shit on both glossy bands and total abominations, and usually with some sort of substantial reasoning. But he was just a dickhead here, baiting the crowd with hateful talk towards both Long Island and the New York Mets. If you want to hate on a geographical area, whatever, but, the Mets? Tough target, Buddy. Do you go around picking on terminally ill kids too? And come off like a heterocentric jock in the process?
He'd have an easier defense if his voice wasn't so awful. I could hear why the band's been resorting to a dated O.C. metalcore sound over the last few years (which they brushed their older material with here, as well)--the dude cannot fucking sing. When Nielsen barked with all the glory of an Alex Varkatzas, it was decent enough (if that's what you're into); but when he had to utilize his more melodically-inclined intonations, it was absolutely abysmal. You'd think it was a joke. I'd compare it to a dying cat, but that would be an insult to the feline community.
Maybe their fans couldn't hear it getting so wrapped up in this sort of clustered push-mosh I was witnessing from the upstairs seats. I don't really know. I do know that one kid I saw losing his shit in the seats to "Calling All Cars" later declared, "He was such an asshole. I'm never gonna see them again."
Set list (8:33-9:29):
Bayside then redeemed the show. They played extremely well and with a streak of energy running through them, leaving behind that lazier saunter on their recorded output. They only gave me one song from my favorite album of theirs (the aforementioned Sirens), and it wasn't even the awesomely brutal (for them) "Masterpiece," but that's cool. They played the standouts from their other three albums with a no-frills operation that seemed to thrill the crowd at nearly every turn, and even though Vinnie Caruana unfortunately did not appear to be around for his guest spot on "The Walking Wounded," the band proved able to captivate the audience all themselves. Almost all themselves, anyway--they did a pretty dead-on rendition of "My Name Is Jonas," preceded by vocalist/guitarist Anthony Raneri giving some love to The Blue Album for being his first purchased CD. I'm glad I hadn't been researching set lists on this tour prior to this show, because it came as a wildly pleasant surprise.
The two cuts they played from their forthcoming Wind-Up debut, Killing Time, were excellent bonuses. Possibly their heaviest material since Sirens, Killing Time could very well be--maybe not coincidentally--their best album since that particular record.
Set list (9:56-10:58):
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