He used to be their vocalist, but it didn't work out, so that shirtless guy switched from drums to vocals. They all attempted vocals at frontman once, so yeah, they all certainly know how to sing.
@@longdashes That's new to me... they had 3 former lead vocalists, Josh Klaus, Travis Cox and Trey Graham. Johnny Hawkins jumped in straight after Trey. The bass player Daniel Oliver I'm sure was only ever backup vocals.
- Set List - 0:15 - Let 'Em Burn 4:25 - Don't Stop 9:35 - Alone/Together 10:20 - Go To War 16:36 - Jenny 20:35 - Ocean Floor + This Is The Time (Ballast)
This must’ve been an out of body experience cause almost everyone in the crowd looks like they are in a daze not believing what they are witnessing, or they are just jamming super hard. A band like this just flows so smoothly that you don’t even feel like they are playing music, they are just one with the music. It’s a pleasure to see people express themselves so freely and beautifully, with so much talent involved ofc. What a band.
wow! what an amazing group of musicians. there is so much to take in! the lead singer has a very powerful and dynamic voice, the bass player is doing triple duty sounding like a guitar + bass and vocals, and the guitar player adds melody. the songs are put together so well and no one sounds like them. very heavy for just a guitar and bass player. i hope they keep making music, forever!
Saw them supporting Bullet for my valentine on their UK tour a couple years ago, then again a few months later supporting Papa Roach. Been a fan ever since. Great stage presence and so much energy in their performances.
you don't need a rhythm guitarist when this dude is on the bass. he has the very rare talent of carrying the original tune, while branching off to add his own flare at the same time. it allows them to get away with one guitarist, who often uses his higher strings for his own little sub-melodies.
No fucking flippity flopity peter pan flying shit Albert Einstein. Please were your helmet while you do anything. Don't want your sophisticated super intellectual mind getting fucked off. McDonald's would lose a nugget empteier hero😔. Have a good day 🌈
How come I’m just discovering this band?!!! So much energy in all of their music. I don’t know where to focus my attention on maybe the voice, the drums, the guitars, the bass? Hell they’re good so I have to listen the songs on loop to appreciate every bit of felling they put on their music. I’m a fan from now on.!!!!!!🤘🏽🤘🏽🤘🏽
Came for one song as the debstup clip led me here 🤔 thanks to the person who actually put the name of the band in the comments! Leaving a fan and stayed for their whole set!
i just got out of prison after almost 2 yrs. i had limited access to music. i was dying to get out and listen to this band. i even got a prison tatt of their two-toned M. Anyways, i have never felt more attached to a music group as i do with these guys. the energy, the messages, the style... i love it. when is the new album dropping??
This is my wife's account and I'm just browsing, but I thought I'd chime in on this. I was locked up in an old decrepit prison outside of Lancaster, Ohio, coming out of being locked up in Orient. I didn't think we allowed people to live in such poor conditions, prisoners or otherwise. Prison hardened me if not just for the conditions and treatment we endured. Given rags to wear and coats thinner than jeans, having the entire block stand outside in perfect formation in below freezing temperatures in the middle of winter, because one person talked on the way back from chow, for an hour. Having no heat in the block besides the single hot water pipe that ran through all the cells, and being at the very end of that pipe and having quite a bit less heat than the first few cells. Not having a working sink or toilet. Not having clean water. Not having toilet paper. I wasn't singled out, this was our entire block. I almost fell through the cracks and ended up classified in an even more situation because of clerical error, and only resolved it by bribing the CO some nutty buddy bars to talk to the classification officer to figure it out. Turns out they used my prison number filing somebody else, who was schizophrenic with extremely violent crimes. I could have ended up in super max if it wasn't for those nutty buddies. Being gifted the opportunity to enter a bootcamp shockout program (I was young, first time offender) with a resentence of 90 days. Getting processed out, waiting in line for hours, stripped naked, and then having all your things inventoried and having them throw away things like your hygiene for no reason other than their apparent boredom and possible sadism against inmates, and walking towards the bus that would take me out of there only to have my name called, pulled out of line to be told the judge called and changed his mind, and going back to the block with less than I had and the knowledge that I have to be reclassified. At least I was put in a cell that had working water this time. The COs that were in charge of the block that I have seen viciously stomp out inmates (one guy had a leg and both arms broken for taking a step forward) because they just loved violence, got to know me more than they could other inmates. Orient is a reception center and most inmates, especially that block, are only there for a couple weeks max. I believe this is how they got away with such poor conditions. I was there so long these COs felt bad for me, and were amazed that I was still there. I would do my best to mind my P's and Q's, so they were turning a blind eye to things they would have wrecked another inmates sanity for. Very quickly sliding over to the storage closet to grab more books when they would pop the doors for chow count, creating make shift weights out of bags filled with water to work out, popping my door during lockdown times so I could go shower without a line, watch the TV in the dayroom by myself. At some point during my stay at Orient, my girlfriend of a couple years had left me. When we were dating I relapsed, and fell back into my addiction. Eventually, I was using so much that I couldn't dilute my urine enough to drop a clean sample, I got hit with a violation. I had felonies for trafficking weed, and I was in the very last leg of my probation. I had completed the ridiculous mountains of things that are required for somebody who is put on probation instead of going straight ot prison. When I was busted, at 19, I was completely against hard drugs and 19 year old me would never think it was possible that I would become a junkie, but I suppose pressure of the probation, the constriction of my life, and for years having to interact with addicts was just too much for me to resist. Honestly, I don't know how I wouldn't have become an addict. I lived as a criminal and interacted with gangs on a regular basis, but I kept my distance from addicts, because I knew they were on some BS. Having to being in groups with them, meetings, and what not, I was spending more time with them than really anybody else. I had no time in my life for anything other than probation requirements and work. It was a matter of time. When she left me, something broke inside me. The mindset I had was to do whatever I had to, to get through prison in one piece so I could get back to her and we could get back to where we were before I fell off so very hard. I suppose me going in broke her, because she changed. I was probably the poison in her life that drew her to the darker places she went. In the days after I read her letter, I was in some limbo where I had lost purpose, I was completely isolated from the people who loved me, and I was in a violent, disgusting prison. I had nothing in me to hold onto, that would give me the strength to endure. Instead of letting the pain, the shame, and the hopelessness consume me, yeah, something broke. Simply put, I let hatred into my heart. Not for her, but for myself. I coaxed myself out of a position of despair, by hating everything that I thought made me weak. I grew cold. I became very fundamental. I went in a introspective, peaceful guy, that only showed a temper when I had to defend myself or others. After that hate was in my heart, I wanted blood. I didn't have anything to live for, and I didn't care about what happened to me or even if I died. I wasn't suicidal, I just didn't care anymore. I can't really explain it, maybe at some point I'll be able to, but looking back I can say that I became an animal. I stopped looking inside myself. I worked out for hours a day, ate as much as I could, fought, ran, hung out with the gang. I was cutting off the things from myself that showed any weakness. In prison, a lot of things that people do or think on the outside could be considered weakness. Cutting those off made me a minimal human. Without using my mind and my brain as much, I couldn't sleep very much. I've always had insomnia but at this point I was sleeping a few hours a night if at all. I had a small racket dealing sleeping pills and other things, and sometimes I would have to use the sleeping pills so I could get a decent nights sleep. Most of the time, I would just lay on my rack at night and listen to music. For some reason, maybe being on pretty high elevation for Ohio, there were so many good radio stations. Every night while we were locked in, I would listen to the radio for hours. So that story was necessary to explain what I'm about to say next. I was at a point where I didn't feel much, I certainly didn't cry, and I definitely didn't think about getting back to the person I was. I hated that person, but when a certain song came on the radio, something would knock at the door inside me. Small lightning bolts of emotion would crack through me, and of course I would immediately stifle them. I didn't open that door, but I kept a foot in there to keep it from closing. I think that song may have kept me from completely losing myself and becoming a cold blooded animal. It may have been the little fuel I needed to keep my soul alive. Years after being out of prison, when I read those lyrics, I cry. Sometimes I weep. I think all the repressed parts of me open up and pour out when I hear that song, remembering what we can become and remembering what it feels like to crawl out of the blackness of hatred. I don't know how these guys wrote such powerful words, or if they know how meaningful they are to some. They wrote a song that helps me channel something from deep within me to push back the curtains of that hatred, and allow me to open up and accept the pain inside me, and the pain I feel for hate we have for each other. I can't really explain it, and it may sound silly to some, but it's a song that may have not only saved my life, but my soul. Anchored in anger, we exile ourselves Bitter blood builds our prison cell Darker water now fills our lungs The depths of our heart have blacked the sun You can't see because you don't know You're caught below, beneath your own shadow Stuck inside, half alive Do you ever stop to ask yourself why? Close your mind, identify Do you feel, do you feel? Do you call this a life? All you waited for Drowning just to keep score We always start with good intentions But lose ourselves along the way This is the time that we let it go These are the words that will take us home Singing the song that's inside us all If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind This is the Time - Nothing More
I saw these guys at my first ever concert and they were opening for Chevelle. No one really engaged or went to see them near the entrance. I was 14, and Johnny approached me and asked if I wanted a picture. I was so nervous and he gave me a great moment with a rockstar. Unfortunately she lost/deleted it. :(
i didn't know jenny was about his sister... reminds me of the band 10 years their original video for wasteland was an intervention for brad renfro, the actor, the singer's cousin..they asked him to act in it but the song and video was about his addiction and to get help..very rare video i found on YT...he unfortunately overdosed and passed....its so eerie to see that video...
It Is So rare these days to find a band that can do this to an audience. Look at those fucking people loosing their minds And some of them looks like their Brain melted And dont really move at all. I dont have words to describe What i feel right Now, but i have to see them live. Incredible.
People like the lead singer come along very rarely you can literally see the zest for life in his very being I hope he stays away from the drug scene it is the ruin of many
First off...Sean White, amazing singer. Secondly, Daniel Radcliffe, solid drummer!! Who'd a thunk? In all honesty, I'd never heard of these guys until seeing this. I AM A FAN FOR LIFE NOW.
It's so hard to find quality concert footage that doesn't look and sound like it was recorded with a blown out potato. This is dope. These guys are one of the best rock bands of their era. They don't just sound good, they make meaningful music. When the bulk of artists are making repetitive glorified pop music, these guys are expressing themselves and telling their stories. Powerful music that isn't just catchy fluff.
@@GoldAddiction. I'm just being honest. I loved listening to them and then I watched them live and was disappointed. Don't be so fragile about a genuine opinion
