Glassjaw played at the Regency on February 27.
I know the magazine covers the kind music that tends to appeal to the mainstream population – I mean, come on, every magazine wants the most, “Hey! I like that band too!” responses possible – but I think it’s time to speak to the voices of those grunge, metal, and punk babies out there.
To start off this call to my wallflowers, I'll begin by sharing my oh-so-sweaty and painfully awesome adventure at the Glassjaw concert in San Francisco last Sunday, February 27. (Yeah, yeah I know this is a little dated, but I needed time for my mosh pit bruises to heal and my ears to stop ringing in order to concentrate on this piece).
For those of you who have not had the pleasure of hearing this band rock, Glassjaw is an underground post-hardcore band that was conceived from its momma-land of Long Island, New York in 1993. Their post-hardcore sound appeals to the inner, raw, anger that harbors in us, which is echoed in their uncensored lyrics, grunge riffs, strong drums and screaming vocals yet is also balanced with melodic breaks that voice individuals’ vulnerabilities as well.
Glassjaw's main vocalist, Daryl Palumbo.
Because of their long history, they have managed to gather a rather large following for an underground band, which was evident in the amount of die-hard fans that screamed “GLASSJAW!” before they even entered the stage. Side note: this may not be a good idea for everyone, which I found out after a much-too-excited blonde received a black eye from the crowd for screaming so obnoxiously often.
Palumbo excites the crowd.
In any event, once they finally made their way to the stage, they varied their music from old songs that the crowd knew by heart, such as “Pink Roses,” to more obscure songs found on their EP, Our Color Green. The fans crowd surfed, moshed, and chanted the lyrics, shaking the walls of the Regency Ballroom like a true underground rock show. After not releasing a record for ten years due to problems with their record label, they finally introduced their new record, Color Book, which they surprised the panting crowd with free copies during their encore songs.
All images courtesy of Kata Rokkar.
Their sound continues to have heavy riffs, angry lyrics, political interests, and screaming that makes the vocalist Daryl Palumbo sound like he has, well, a Glassjaw. So, if you are tired of hearing static auto-tuned voices, romantic lyrics that make you feel horrible about your lack of conformist love, and instruments made by computers, make a quick YouTube search of Glassjaw. Welcome to the raw vibrations I felt at the Glassjaw concert in the sweaty Regency Ballroom—minus the punch in the face.