Anyone Got Any Leftover Crack?
Monday, March 19th, 2007Last night I forced my gimpy ass out of the house to see Leftover Crack. I really needed to get out or I was going to go apeshit, and Valentine’s (the club) is literally right around the corner. Sometimes it’s pretty sweet living right around the corner from the CBGBs of Albany. Leftover Crack was playing so I assumed I was in for a decent show. Meh, one should never assume anything. Assumptions can lead to let-downs.
Whatever happened to the Leftover Crack of old? Last night they SUCKED. And the time I saw them before this they also sucked. And the time before that. Three strikes and you can’t claim they’re in a rut, not when there’s YEARS in between each time. They used to be raging assholes that abused everything about society and made me crack up. They used to put on awesome sets with tons of energy. Now they just suck. I payed $12 ($12 for a fucking LoC show! What happened to the $4 shows!?!) to listen to them talk. They talked about stupid shit more than played songs, even going so far as to start talking in the middle of songs, thus killing the whole fucking vibe. Had you measured the talking against the music you’d have thought that it was LoC: the Spoken Word.
Also: the new shit blows.
I won’t be seeing LoC again. They’ve changed. It kills me too, because Choking Victim/Leftover Crack remind me of a great period in my life, romping around the Village with Greg, my brother, the two Toms and Crispin. Those were good times. LoC should have broken up when they decided to get a new guitarist, whatever the fuck his name is. If I had to come up with a watermark for when they went down hill, it’d be when he joined.

Meh.
Witch-Hunt was pretty good though. But barring that it was a pretty disappointing night. It sucks to see a band you once really liked start to suck. And yes, the new shit blows and totally caters to 16 year old upper-crust suburban kids. Y’know, the Anti-Flag crowd. At least i can say I saw them back when they had crowds made up of crusties and street punks and played real fuckin’ sets, for whatever that’s worth.
