Camp Kill Yourself

House of Blues, Anaheim

There's not many shows I've been fed up enough with to walk out on. Camp Kill Yourself, or CKY, gets the dubious honor of being one of them. I had wanted to see them for some time, after hearing some of their music and being a little intrigued. When they came to the HOB, I decided to give it a shot. The music was good when they played; they do seem to have some talent and some good songs behind them. They just wouldn't shut up. I only could take them for an hour or so, deciding not to stick around for an encore if they ever got to one. I swear to god half the time they were talking or just fucking around on stage. One of those roller coaster nights where you get into it, then get let down, the back up and down again. They're not good enough and haven't been around long enough to have an excuse for treating an audience like that. The mostly under 21 crowd seemed to like them enough, but I got kind of fed up and disgusted. It's sad that I had a more interesting evening chatting with the barkeep Tiffany than I did listening to these bozos. Save your money and go see a real band.

On a somewhat better note, there were more young girls taking off their tops at this show than at any other I've ever seen. Unfortunately, even that didn't make the night worthwhile.

You can find the sorry-ass campers here.