The state of post-hardcore seems to be, thankfully, ever fluctuating. As a sub-genre, it is incredibly diverse, containing borderline metalcore acts (The Word Alive, Of Mice & Men) and proggy noodlers (Dance Gavin Dance, Hail The Sun) alike. It makes one wonder what truly defines any genre, let alone this one. There could probably be an entire study written on the subject, but I digress.
New bands come and go often. This isn’t news to anyone. Every once in a while, though, an up-and-coming artist is discovered that we all pray continues to grow and progress for many years to come. Please, allow me to introduce a welcomed addition to that list, Sideshow Cinema.
Hailing from the suburbs of Washington, D.C., this quintet leans further towards the “noodle” end of the post-hardcore spectrum (I promise that term is used in the most endearing of ways). Their songs offer aggressive lead guitars, weaving through intricate rhythms on bass and drums—all working in tandem with powerhouse vocalist, Trevor Bundy. With screams from guitarist Danny Salsbury, the dynamics are held high.
I recently had the privilege of seeing the band play live at The Velvet Lounge in D.C. to support the release of their debut EP, Needless To Say. With a lineup including other District natives, In Your Memory, the small, upstairs venue started jumping fairly quickly.
Halfway through their set, Sideshow brought out a well-timed cover of Underoath’s “Reinventing Your Exit,” which was aptly served alongside the veteran band’s current comeback tour.
If you’re looking for a new, young band to fit your “Saosin meets Of Machines with a dash of DGD” fancy, give this EP several spins. From opener “MIB” to incredibly strong closer, “Where Do You Live?,” these six songs are guaranteed to remain on repeat in your car’s CD player for many weeks.
If you’re in the Capital area, make sure to catch one of their upcoming live shows. If they keep up this momentum, they’ll be on the road in no time at all, touring with other genre favorites. Don’t sleep on these newcomers!
*photos courtesy of the author and his antique cellular telephone