The group, who've long outlived the standard lifespan of a hardcore band, now have a deep catalogue to draw from, so their set was all over the map. The result was still the same, however — groaning guitar riffs, plodding bass, pounding drums and frontman Matt Korvette's writhing, shirtless body. A lot is often said about his lyrics (and he is truly one clever, self-deprecating smartass), but his vocal range was also a noticeable attribute in a live setting, as he switched between growls, yells and, occasionally, actual singing.
In the sweltering heat, it was all a little uncomfortable. But like Pissed Jeans themselves, that's kind of the point.