Dakota’s Prism Review
‘68 and Idlehands March 29th 8.5/10 The Webster / Hartford CT Local Support: Runamuk & Cyperna ’68 is one of those punk bands I always threw on in the background while I did work. They were nothing really special to me - that was, until last night. I was very on-edge about going to this show, seeing as it was on a Tuesday night and for bands that I didn’t ever really think much about. Alex and Brian both ended up convincing me to go and spend the night listening to quality music and to support our friends in Runamuk, who we ended up buying tickets from. We got to the venue relatively early. It was completely dead except for the promoter and stage manager. Alex and I were the only ones there for a while. Brian wasn’t free until later that night, so he missed the first set. I grabbed my ticket and we waited around for a bit, realizing just how undeniably creepy and mysterious the Webster Underground is when it is completely dark and empty. We watched our friend Liam, Runamuk’s drummer, bang around on his kit a bit, but decided to get food to kill time until doors. When we returned to the venue, it was closer to 5:45 pm. The doors were expected to open at 6:00, but once again, to our surprise, we were still the only people waiting outside. The show was beyond dead at this point, we thought, but it didn’t do much to affect our excitement to see ’68. The doors opened, we were let in, and during the lead-up to Runamuk’s set, we watched people slowly starting to flow in. When it came time for them to play, there were maybe 12-13 people in the venue, not counting security. Runamuk made the $12 ticket worth it. They put on a stellar show and had such an amazing and unique sound that I did not expect despite having given their Bandcamp multiple listens. Once they got off stage we waited for Brian to show up and saw the next band, Cyperna, setting up. I had listened to one of their songs, “Destroyer of My Seed,” on their Bandcamp when I saw that they had been added to the bill and noticed that they were easily the “heaviest” band on the bill. I was excited. They took the stage around 7:45-ish and killed it. The amount of energy they provided was incredible for a local band. Not to mention, they had free CDs and stickers at their merch table that we all grabbed - and, oh, they rip. I can’t decide what it was about Cyperna that stuck out to me, but their metalcore sound, their song titles (“Don’t Get Blood In My Crop Circle” and “Excuse Me, That’s Mine”), and sometimes their lyrics provided undeniable fun throughout their set. Brian and I got a bite to eat from the concessions stand and I grabbed a drink as we waited for the first touring act, Idlehands, to start. Let me say that I was not expecting much from this band. I had listened to part of one of their songs on YouTube a few days before the show and didn’t feel it entirely, but their set changed my mind. I got a little bit closer to the stage for their set and watched these guys pile emotion and power into their set. Needless to say, don’t sleep on Idlehands, and don’t judge them from one song. For the“softest” set of the night, they set the bar pretty high. I would recommend seeing them whenever you get the chance if you dig the blues-rock aesthetic. Last but not least, the almighty ’68 took to the stage around 9:15. They obviously had the biggest crowd but still nothing too impressive - understandable, seeing as it was on a Tuesday night. They played their staples and played the newly-released “You’ll Miss Us,” which scored a mic grab from the crowd. They put on the best show of the night by far with their stage presence and improvisation, and you can’t overlook the fact that they are a duo. If you for some reason missed ’68 on this tour or if it didn’t come to your state, they are going to be touring with Bring Me The Horizon in May, which is huge! You should make sure you don’t miss them again. - Dakota G.
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