The show started with Codebreaker first opening the show, late. They weren't terrible, but the singer just got on my nerves because he said the same five words over 6 minutes songs. After they finished, late, I had to listen to the worst band I have ever heard in my entire life, Zola Jesus. While they played their terrible music, I could stop thinking about that one episode of south park with the goths versus the douche bag vampires. This band must think, "Oh, no one understands our music, but we still rock."
Oh, but everyone there understood that you suck, Zola Jesus. What an unfortunate name, and probably the worst reference Jesus could ever have. And as I kept wishing for Jesus Christ to smite this terrible band, the lead singer (who reminded me of a train-wreck Christina Aguilera on meth) decided to pace back and forth off the stage, as if she was a rat trying to find the nearest exit out of the simplest maze.
Ooo0o0o0ooo00ah...GOD NO MY EARS!!!
As if that was not bad enough, I have to add the story my adventure trying to get home from this concert. Because the concert ended later than expected due to the two horrible opening acts, we had missed the last Metra train at 12:40pm. So, our best bet was to take the red line down to the chicago loop, and then transfer to the blue line all the way to Forest Park, and get someone to pick us up from that stop. Well, of course at midnight, there was a torrential downpour. Not only that when we get on the blue line, the first train we got on had to go out of service at UIC-Halsted and we had to wait there with the occasional ghetto folk asking if we smoke weed.
Twenty minutes later, we hopped on the next CTA train. Some guy wearing a trash bag over his body comes up to us four and mumbles a story about how he needs two dollars for a bus ride in Cicero. We don't budge at first, but the guy keeps mumbling his "story." Finally one of us cracks, probably due to fear he had a weapon under his garbage bag, and gave him two dollars. Lucky his stop comes up shorty afterwords and we never see him again. Seconds later, we learn that the train has to stop at Austin because of flooding at Oak Park. Yes, Austin. In case you didn't know the neighborhood, Austin is the largest neighborhood in Chicago, 87% African American, and 3 days before 7 people were shot within the hour. Oh, and did I mention I am still in my work clothes?
So once we walked out of the Austin station, there were two buses waiting to take everybody either to the westbound or eastbound destinations. We got on the westbound bus and overheard that it has been sitting there for already an hour. (Screw this!) I tell my friends to just call our ride and tell him to pick us up at the Austin station. An hour later after waiting in the station with various questionable people and two cops, in the torrential rain, our ride finally shows up. It was 3:00am at the time.
Even after the insane pain, agony, and fear I had to get through that day, The Faint Concert at the Metro was still one of the best concerts I've ever been to. Front row, with a perfect set-list, and killer performance for $27 is definitely something worth risking my life for.
Speaking of the set, The Faint had these alien statues all around the stage made out of what looked like plastic wrap and newspaper, and a couple of them had LED light eyes. You can kind of see them in the video.
Drop Kick The Punks (Full Song)
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