It’s very much a sound that can have me lost in a cloud of nostalgia instantly but there’s this almost hardcore influenced edge to some of their songs that absolutely hit in the perfect spot for me. This Illinois-bred band has a super cool sound. Although a bit more familiar with this band than Magnolia Park, I still feel like I just haven’t given Real Friends the attention they deserve but after seeing them on Friday, that will absolutely change. Real Friends was the only other opening act on Friday night’s show and like Magnolia Park, I feel like I got in the photo pit and completely forgot what I was supposed to be doing up there because of the sheer power that they hit the stage with. From the energy to the movement to the undeniable connection with the packed audience, Magnolia Park may be the next big thing to hit the scene and I honestly couldn’t be happier for them! That changed as I watched them power through those songs during their quick set. Hailing from Florida and signed to Epitaph Records, this is a band that I’ve heard a couple of singles from and, although they were great, I really just didn’t attach myself to the songs in any way for some reason. Although an opening act and starting the show off super early for a Friday night (they took the stage promptly at 7), this band brought such a sense of power and energy to the stage that it was impossible to think about anything else other than how dang good this band was live.
I felt as I was almost in a daze as I hustled up to the photo pit to grab some stellar pictures of this amazing band but, once I got up there, I completely forgot I had to take pictures. My friend and I got in just as opening act Magnolia Park was taking the stage. Thankfully, Mayday Parade was in town and I knew that dose was pure nostalgia was exactly what I needed to remind me why I’m doing this and remind me just how far I’ve come.
Shows are coming back which is great but the amount of stress I have been feeling trying to get back into the swing of shows while being self-employed and trying to wear a million different hats every single day had me feeling a bit rough on Friday. I’ve said it before and I will continue saying it until I’m blue in the face– nostalgia is a hell of a drug.
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