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By Angela Espinoza

last Wednesday, odds are you

could hear some sweet sounds
coming from the Commodore
Ballroom. There, dozens of us stood,
clad in black and waiting anxiously
for 7:00pm. When those doors
opened, hundreds flooded in, running
up flight after flight of staircases; it
was time.

On October 20, Welsh metalcore
band Bullet For My Valentine had
finally reached Vancouver. The buzz
of anticipation could be felt all over;
last time Bullet intended to visit
(Taste of Chaos, April 2008), bassist
Jason James’ daughter fell ill and the
band returned home. Having missed
out on Scream Aim Fire (2008), and
flooring our expectations with Fever
(2010), there was no legitimate
reason for any fan to miss this show.

The night began with a half hour
set from California’s Drive A. Save
for some Misfits, I’m not too keen
on the Punk scene, but if any of the
openers gave their all Wednesday
night, it was Drive A by a mile. Lead
singer and guitarist Bruno Mascolo
was thrashing about like a kangaroo
on cocaine; he was a one-man mosh
pit. Sad to say, I mean that literally;
despite their fantastic energy, Drive
A just couldn’t get the crowd going.

I: you were on Granville Street

At first, Mascolo tried giving the
audience something to do (“Turn to
the person on your right...and kick
them in the balls!”). When that failed,
Mascolo gave us some fun, old
school taunting (“You know Lights is
f--king playing in the city, you could
go see her.”) — again, nothing. Fed
up, Mascolo jumped into the mini-
pit and performed a full song in-
between those in the crowd. This got
a couple kids into the spirit, but what
was basically a plea for some action
created awkward tension. Perhaps
ours just wasn’t the right audience
for the band, but whatever the reason,
it’s a shame we couldn’t match their
spirit.

Twenty minutes later, Miami
speed metal band Black Tide took
to the stage. Despite having a single
album on their hands (Light From
Above {2008}), this was when the
audience response started to pick
up. Lead singer and guitarist Gabriel
Garcia and rhythm guitarist Austin
Diaz played their hearts out, far
surpassing our expectations with
their skill. But perhaps the one who
really stole the show was drummer
Steven Spence, pounding away at a
mile a minute as his personal fan kept
him from self-combustion. While
Black Tide’s set was fantastic, I still
couldn’t get the same sense of raw
passion that Drive A so mercilessly