Blind Lace: An impromptu review and uncalled for critique

As far as music goes I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know much about it in general. Most of my music training has been limited, short-lived and delivered by non-traditional mediums.

As I was not ever a part of any music scene in my late teen years, I found no common grounds in the heavy drinking/smoking, youngish crowd there to see Blind Lace. A self-described “Alt-Rock/Prog-Metalish band from the north-metro Atlanta area,” Blind Lace was, as a whole, the picture of young, spoiled, suburban youth looking for ways to fill their seemingly vapid existence. From the properly placed tattoos on the young boys’ bodies, to the low waist pants, aversion to t-shirts, a few dangling wallet chains and the occasional skull cap- the band screamed blueprint. But to what? Who knows, I was a confused consumer waiting for their “unique sound” to begin.

They began playing a mix of hurried, loud, hard and mostly insipid sounds. The lead singer developed a scoliosis problem as soon as their music started. His spontaneous scoliosis was accompanied by guttural screams that defied capturing words or meaning; I think it was something about his mom. Perhaps his mother had refused him a new BMW and he was sharing his extreme level of discontent at her lack of proper maternality, thru his song. That was their warm-up song the lead singer announced. The next song was what happened when “you fall in love,” he said. His back had miraculously straightened out while talking about their songs.


The second song started much like the first: fast, hard with more screaming. The namesake of the song was also the chorus, “Give me one good reason” (to stay here). That’s exactly what I had by then started telling myself. Granted, these kids looked like a band, complete with the prerequisite groupies, pricey equipment, home-written lyrics and a cool-ass name; but my ears had heard more than they had bargained for and the smoke was making me dizzy and my internal compass was discombobulated due to the many kilometers between me and my bed.