Photos by: Eliza Goldstein, Words by: Vic Abreu
A house show on a Sunday, and a really damn good one at that? It’s more likely than you think. After making the terrible decision to get coffee at 9 PM, I pulled up to the Dumpster and scavenged for parking spot. The crowd was already visible from the street; it already had the feeling of a being a great show. I walked in, stole a slice of pizza, and fought for a spot at the front as Parallel took the floor.
If you like Oh Sees, you’ll like Parallel. The same psych-punk energy was present and flowing through the crowd, whose heads bobbed harder with each dive in the chord progression. As the setlist went on, one thing was clear: Parallel can bring the noise. Their short-and-sweet riffs held the crowd down and ripped their guts out (exactly what you’d want from a GNV punk band!). Major props to their frontman’s Dead Milkmen t-shirt.
What’s new in hardcore? BiteMarks felt fresh in a scene saturated with HXC punk. They hooked the crowd within the first second, and it didn’t take much longer for a pit to form. It also didn’t take much longer for me to throw myself into said pit. Despite tossing my body around like it wouldn’t feel pain (my shin bruises say otherwise), I was still able to hear BiteMarks bring the groove through the crunch of distortion. Every song was raw, heavy, and infectious. Dita’s theatrics tied the set together, and by the end, I was convinced that every hardcore fan in Gainesville needs to catch their next show.
The Dumpster was host to GLOVE’s first show in the 352, and they did the venue justice. I love new wave. I love The Cars. So naturally, when I caught a bit of The Cars in their sound, I knew this band would be great – and they did not let me down. Poppy hooks were hurled at the audience in a punchy one-two guitar/synth combo, smothered by a crushing bass in the best way possible. A guitar solo in 2018 is a risky move. Rod pulled it the hell off, and made me want to shuffle along to it too. GLOVE is solid, solid dance punk. Catch them as they take their tour out West.
DONKNG pulls no punches. They’re a mainstay in the local scene. After catching them again on Sunday, the reason why becomes absolutely clear. DONKNG had the floor quaking as soon as the set started, and by the second song, a whirlpool of a pit opened up in the living room. I dutifully jumped in. The pit showed absolutely no signs of stopping during the entire set. Cam screamed into the mic. The guitars grew more frenetic. A friend lost their cigarettes in the crowd. We all had a good ass time. DONKNG serves their noise punk forefathers well.