Even though you could fry an egg on the venue's chipped Formica counter, Newcastle, ON's Brown Hornets couldn't have cared less. Drawing upon seemingly limitless amounts of energy, if you weren't moving during this show, you should have been pronounced either legally dead or supremely uncool. Featuring guitars and microphones askew on the floor and random handouts of pineapples and bananas, the music - a great old helping of dirty soul-inflected rock'n'roll - was just as fun as the proceedings. It's close to a guarantee that the temperature in the place actually went up a couple of degrees due to this performance. Scorching.
The Brown Hornets
BY Chris WhibbsPublished May 1, 2007