All or Nothing H.C. took the stage first. They answered the crowds’ anticipation with loud music that would make most mothers shutter. Renae Bryant, fronts the band from Riverside with her charismatic stage presence and hard-up vocals. She took on an aggressive dominatrix presence that had the boys creaming in their pants and the girls screaming hell ya. She is a role model for girls in the punk scene and by the looks of her tiny shirt that read “Put some pussy in your punk,” she is proud of it.

     46 Short played an impressive set with enough intensity to make the crowd feel as if they could not breath. This was partly due to the fact that they only rested twice between their 30 minutes of playing. Jeremy Jones, lead vocals and front man turned into a creature on stage that has yet to be discovered by man.

     Jones percussive vocals matched up perfectly to their new drummer Nathan and guitarist Andy Greene. Ron Martinez, bass player and former singer of Final Conflict, pounded his Fender Bass with the conviction of a dying man. They played many recognizable songs off of the last release, Specimen, which created a whirling mosh pit of spiked hair and metal. Martinez had the quote of the night that nails the current music situation. “Dee Dee Ramone isn’t going to be playing music anymore, Creed will, and that sucks,” he said.

     As soon as Toxic Narcotic hit their first note it felt as if a disgruntled postal worker drove his truck through the building. The crowd immediately began mouthing the lyrics and raising their fists. Bill Damon’s growling voice matched the distorted guitar played by Will Sullivan.

     The four piece played to the crowd by leaning down and shoving their instruments into the faces of fans standing in front of the stage. Between songs Damon referred to the crowd as pricks while the rest of the group prepared themselves for the next song. A highlight of their set was when over 150 fans erupted and began singing, “Drink, Drink, Drink, More….”

     There is nothing to be forgotten about The Forgotten. Chain was one of their many stops while on tour from the Bay Area of California. The four players carried themselves on stage with the authority of owning the place.

     The lead singer Gordy played the crowd like he was in his own backyard. His powerful and catchy vocals had the entire room singing with him. Guitarist Craig fretted the notes of some lengthy guitar solos that demanded the eyes of every of fan. They played a variety of songs off their last release …Ask no Questions. It is easy to see this bands major influences are bands that created the punk scene. As a collective whole this band is very powerful. They hold the stage presence that most bands wish they had.

     Dwayne Peters crawled from the side of the crowd and fell over before finally reaching the stage and his band mates. He quickly grabbed the microphone and started ranting to warm the crowd before the U.S. Bombs took over.

     Peter’s stage presence is outright unruly. During their performance he created a mosh pit of his own by swinging his arms and crashing into his band mates on the side of the stage. He constantly spit water all over his tattooed body, the ceiling, and the crowd. For some reason unannounced he held the remnants of a burnt out cigarette for half the set.

     His vocals blended with the distorted guitar and feedback that was created by holding the microphone the wrong direction. This produced a sound that flowed fluently as a train wreck in slow motion.

     At the height of the U.S. Bomb’s performance Peters suddenly did a nonchalant front flip and landed on his back. At first it looked as if he broke his neck because he disappeared behind the crowd. But he proved to be uninjured because his raspy smoke inflicted voice still carried through the P.A. He stood up about 15 seconds later with snot hanging from his nose to his collarbone. He gracefully put his finger to his nose, performed a farmer blow and began screaming again into the microphone.

     The band produced a sound that would make a small girl run for her daddy and convince a catholic priest to never to touch children. Band members got into the music by playing as if every note were their last. It is easy to see that without Peters this band would be empty handed like the Dead Kennedy’s without Jello Biafra.

     After the show a squatter from Los Angeles named Mark approached and asked for a ride. When asked if he enjoyed the show he said, “Ya, it was one of the best shows I have been to in a while. I can barely speak from singing so much.”