Set up and soundcheck can tell a lot about a band. At The Outpost on Saturday night, Showboy rolled out a large white bed sheet stating “Fucking Showboy” in black spray paint--a bit obnoxious. The lead vocalist’s sound check was a taunt to the wallflowers in the back of the room. The first song started with a few offbeat wails from the vocalist--confirming my original perception that this would be another band that has something to prove. The “singer” introduced the third song, "FLBJ," and commented that it did not stand for F*** LeBron James. I couldn’t tell one way or the other because the vocalist failed to annunciate any lyrics. After a few generic songs, the band surprised me with a somewhat like-able tune. The accompaniment was clean(er) and I could eek out a melody of sorts. The vocals improved. The band seemed to pull together as the set progressed. Overall, this band has a lot to improve on. I won’t be jumping at the opportunity to see their next show.
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