I wandered into The Annex just in time to sniff some poppers and make my way to the stage, but it didn't matter. There were only about 12 people there anyway (any more and I'd consider this band too popular to like of course). Checking out Cordova themselves, I noticed that despite the blazing heat outside, the lead singer was wearing a straight up complete Harry Potter outfit: collared shirt, tie, sweater, and jacket. Huh? I was wearing shorts and still sweating. It's hard to look cool when you look so hot. His band-mates were not as dressed to impress in their street clothes, but who really cares about that?
Throwing global warming to the side, Cordova announced, "We're Cordova from Pennsylvania!" Hit it. Bang! The singer accidentally dropped his Epiphone creating the loudest, ear piercing noise I've perhaps ever heard. Jim Carrey from Dumb & Dumber (who coincidentally resembles the lead singer) would be proud.
Let's try this again. "We're Cordova from Pennsylvania!" Hit it. The mix was off. What the fucking hell. All I heard was a loud guitar and some drum cymbals. For the 80 billionth time, a band that might be descent got ripped-off by a bad mix. All I heard was Rnaaah Naaaa Crasssshh Naaaa Na Na Na Rnaaaah Nee Crassssh! From what I could make out, this band sounded like a cross between Cursive and The Descendents, but I don't really know much about music anyways, so I could be wrong.
Even though I couldn't make out a single note or understand a single word, Cordova was still impressive to watch. The singer, despite rumors of being over 30 years old, had the energy of a 29 year old. He flailed wildly around the stage, nearly spearing his band-mates with every note he jammed, breaking guitar strings, and almost eating stage over and over. How he actually played the songs during his antics were beyond me, but then again, I couldn't distinguish one guitar from the other anyway. The lead guitar player was a little more chill, but crazy enough, barely surviving as the singer's guitar swung inches from his head. Matt the drummer played like a man possessed, putting his weight into each and every cymbal crassshhhh. The John Entwistle-ish bass player watched the drums for cues, and could care less about putting on a show.
A few songs later I finally made out a word. "Forever". Yes, I actually understood a single word. This jam was actually my favorite, because I could also pick out a nicely played lead guitar line over the singer's rhythm. I like to think the song is called "Forever" ... That's what I call it in my head, anyways. Even though the mix was horrible, I was really liked that song. "Forever."
Another song, then another. By now I was getting drunk and really tired of the noise. Fun to watch, not fun to hear. If I wasn't so afraid of looking like a pussy in front of everybody, I might have plugged my ears. But, to my surprise, Cordova's set ended after only 6 short songs. Alhamdu Allah.
After they left the stage, I sat wondering if the band was good or not. Nothing against Cordova, or any loud emo band, but they really need to consider shelling out for a small sound team if they keep playing in bars. Why spend countless hours writing songs and practicing, if it's all going to transform into mush live? Even after watching Cordova for 40 minutes, I have no idea what they really sound like, but despite the weak crowd and mix, they gave it their all, and seem like they could be good I guess?