Corrugated, Freedom For Saturn & Damelo

A war was brewing and a sound not yet heard growing. Drummer Daniel Taylor lets out a war cry. The audience is silent, Damelo busts out, their music drills into the inner most parts of my ears, and I mean this in a good way. There is no denying the beat of the drum, no ignoring the strum and the grind of Brain Brophy's guitar. Dan Burns belts out some heartfelt emo-core poetry while making love to his bass and the rest is history.
The scene was looking chill, mainly the regulars, and a few random café folk. The next band began to set up while I mingled with the commoners. Returning to my seat I was surprised to find that Freedom For Saturn, a band straight out of San Diego was still setting up, hanging sheets and putting together movie players. Would all of this take shape? Will these screens, these gizmos and gadgets be utilized?
Their sound was dreamy—a series of metal riffs smoothed into random solitary sounds. The combination of keyboard (Preston Swirnoff), bass (Cole Mears), and drums (Bill Lamb) is best described as soundtrack music, which accounts for the art movie playing on the sheet covered part of the wall behind them. This band is without words, they don't sing, yet each song seems to tell an epic story with climactic build but no true climax.
It was about a 45-minute set. About halfway through the screen they had manufactured out of bed sheets fell apart and they continued to play.
Some time passed and some people moved and then out of nowhere Corrugated (also San Diego natives) stood on stage. Frontman Lane Miller (Guitar/Vocals) radiated an energy that assured me before hand that this band was going to kick my ass as did his colleagues Rob Ivy (bass/vocals) and Ben Johnson (drums). The first song was about being on time and not being late and it was pure rock 'n' roll as were the ones to follow. You might compare them to the likes of other modern day rock 'n' rollers such as Cherry Valence, but with a little less metal and a bit more grunge. Corrugated seriously tore shit up on stage: fighting with guitars, throwing cymbals, humping distortion pedals. A musical war raged. This war has been fought, new lands have been conquered and a true variety of music has been displayed.
– Haley Hughes
– Photo by Myles Stenger

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