The hits ...
Matthew Barber Sweet-voiced songwriter's mad skills silenced schmoozers.
The Barmitzvah Brothers Junior junk-shop geniuses.
Brian Borcherdt Introspective indie rocker explodes with awesome guitars.
Bucket Truck Dreaded St. John's thrash thugs with an urge to kick ass and have beer spat in their faces.
controller.controller Dubby disco with plenty of attitude.
Death from Above Minimal yet brutal blasting sans guitar.
Matt Mays Snazzy embroidered jacket, even snazzier new tunes.
Moneen Believe the hype. These kiddos can't be stopped.
Soft Canyon Much more than your average Pink Floyd-Band-Gracious! hybrid. A beard-stroking delight.
3 Inches of Blood Metal mayhem and the best screaming in town this weekend.
A Girl Named Sue Quirky folkie - think Phoebe if she couldn't play her guitar.
Bakersfield Alt-country turned up way loud to hide a lack of finesse.
Bishop Allen Not even their Rickenbackers could save these cartoonish 60s revivalists.
The Blackmaria Hard rock hangover.
The Caribbean Oddly suited to the soulless El Mocambo upstairs room.
Adam Franklin Unplugged and uninspired.
Honchie Frat-geared gag tunes not quite bad enough to be good.
Kinkster Horrible power balladry in a comical Goldmember accent, yesh.
The Salads Wilted funk.
Trapper John A basement band that should've spent more time there.