Hedley Sucks
I really have to stop letting my friends convince me into doing lame things. Like, for example, going to see a Hedley concert.
Even before I went, I was amply forewarned. As a good friend of mine put it: "Take Power Metal, and multiply its manliness by 5. Now, completely invert the result. That's Hedley". However, I went anyways. And it sucked.
The first band wasn't terrible, I guess. Starewell. They could play the guitar pretty damn well, and had some rockin' solos, so I didn't hate them (and, in fact, bought a CD, which turned out to almost completely lack the rocking out I remember. Oh, well). The second band, whose name I don't completely recall but which contained the word "Daze" (possibly as a pun on the word "days"), sucked pretty hard. They played the most generic grunge rock imaginable, and bored me to death. My friend Ryan felt the need to yell "GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE!" at the top of his lungs during the brief silence between songs usually reserved for applause, which was literally the only thing remotely enjoyable about the band's time on stage.
After that, any enjoyment that was previously being given to my by this concert was gone by this point, so me and a few friends sat the third band out. I don't remember even the remotest detail about their name, but that doesn't matter, because they kinda sucked too. Mind you, the crowd (which consisted largely of 12-year-old girls) seemed to enjoy them, so I guess if wannabe emo-punk is your thing, then they weren't bad. They had decent stage presence, too, and were mildly amusing to watch from my new vantage point in the stands of the concert hall (I was previously standing down in the area in front of the stage, but abandoned that position once I realized that these bands weren't worth standing for). The lead singer seemed like a pretentious jackhole, though; he was really sucking in the praise and adoration of his tween audience, and you could tell he was absolutely THRIVING off of it.
Then, Hedley came. By this point, by which I actually mean by halfway through the second band's performance, we were about ready to go. Problem was, a good half of our little group was in the "mosh pit" (and I use that term in the loosest way possible) up front, so we were stuck. As it turns out, my friend's description of Hedley was largely accurate. The lead singer must have been the most irritatingly flamboyant person I have ever seen. I'm almost positive he was wearing girl's clothing (jeans and shirt), and seemed to enjoy alternating between wild gyrating and stiff marching to no particular beat. His hair also sucked. Of course, the audience loved it. I hate tweens.
Overall, it was a waste of $28. Not MY $28, perhaps (a friend bought me the ticket), but $28 nonetheless.
Even before I went, I was amply forewarned. As a good friend of mine put it: "Take Power Metal, and multiply its manliness by 5. Now, completely invert the result. That's Hedley". However, I went anyways. And it sucked.
The first band wasn't terrible, I guess. Starewell. They could play the guitar pretty damn well, and had some rockin' solos, so I didn't hate them (and, in fact, bought a CD, which turned out to almost completely lack the rocking out I remember. Oh, well). The second band, whose name I don't completely recall but which contained the word "Daze" (possibly as a pun on the word "days"), sucked pretty hard. They played the most generic grunge rock imaginable, and bored me to death. My friend Ryan felt the need to yell "GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE!" at the top of his lungs during the brief silence between songs usually reserved for applause, which was literally the only thing remotely enjoyable about the band's time on stage.
After that, any enjoyment that was previously being given to my by this concert was gone by this point, so me and a few friends sat the third band out. I don't remember even the remotest detail about their name, but that doesn't matter, because they kinda sucked too. Mind you, the crowd (which consisted largely of 12-year-old girls) seemed to enjoy them, so I guess if wannabe emo-punk is your thing, then they weren't bad. They had decent stage presence, too, and were mildly amusing to watch from my new vantage point in the stands of the concert hall (I was previously standing down in the area in front of the stage, but abandoned that position once I realized that these bands weren't worth standing for). The lead singer seemed like a pretentious jackhole, though; he was really sucking in the praise and adoration of his tween audience, and you could tell he was absolutely THRIVING off of it.
Then, Hedley came. By this point, by which I actually mean by halfway through the second band's performance, we were about ready to go. Problem was, a good half of our little group was in the "mosh pit" (and I use that term in the loosest way possible) up front, so we were stuck. As it turns out, my friend's description of Hedley was largely accurate. The lead singer must have been the most irritatingly flamboyant person I have ever seen. I'm almost positive he was wearing girl's clothing (jeans and shirt), and seemed to enjoy alternating between wild gyrating and stiff marching to no particular beat. His hair also sucked. Of course, the audience loved it. I hate tweens.
Overall, it was a waste of $28. Not MY $28, perhaps (a friend bought me the ticket), but $28 nonetheless.