The Show: Fans of ferocious Anaheim punk band Pterodacdudes were definitely feeling the love last night as the band exploded from behind the Continental Room's red curtain. Especially when thier lanky, raging front man Troy Rounsville unzipped his sweatshirt to reveal the words “Fuck Your Continent” scrawled in Sharpie on the back of his white, Terminator t-shirt. Wasting little time, the five-piece barreled head-on into the audience with relentless riffage and classic punk beats that never lost any steam during their 30-minute set. Howling relentlessly into the mic, it was impossible to pick out any lyrics but the pissed off, hardcore energy of each song managed to get the band's caustic point across.
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As the audience thickened with curious bystanders and shouting fans, Rounsville continued his guttural barking, often jumping off stage to flail around in the empty space on the dance floor where skittish spectators were afraid to stand. After all, no one really feels like getting kicked in the face by a lead singer on Valentine's Day. As the band closed their set, sweat bleeding through their t-shirts and skull caps, the crowd was quick to cheer them off stage. We're sure some locals were glad to close out another lonely V-Day with some bone crushing aggression. Impediments and the Field Trip closed the show.
The Crowd: A wonderfully random mix of the scruffy, denim jacket-wearing Burger Records crowd meshed with some well-dressed couples looking for a little Valentine's Day thrill on the town. Not sure if this is exactly what they had in mind.
Overheard: Walking out through the smoky back patio of the Continental Room, a drunk couple was discussing the true meaning of Valentine's Day. Well, it was mainly the guy saying, “Baby, I'm so fucked up. Can we just go home and bone like we were supposed to?”
