i forgot how much i love this review of my band
Gasoline Heart opened the show unannounced, its name not appearing on any fliers or websites despite being the first of three bands on the entire tour. The Orlando quintet attempted anthematic rock, like Bruce Springsteen meets Hot Water Music (thanks to Erin from Maps for this too-accurate description) and reminiscent of the similarly named Gaslight Anthem.
The band’s songs were built too immaturely to be powerful in a conventional stadium rock context and too well executed to have any punk rock edge. Needless to say, Gasoline Heart’s set fell flat. (It must be noted that their singer resembles what the bald guy from Vertical Horizon probably looks like now if he put on 50 pounds after exiting the limelight.) His on-stage banter went from painfully pre-written (discussing the deer head on stage and how its proximity with a Bob Dylan poster represented America or something like that) to uncomfortably creepy (“This song is about my momma, who used to get in trouble for going to church in skirts that were just a little too short”).
