Unless there's no way to avoid it, the one night of the week Rocks Off does not like to review shows is Friday. After five straight 10- to 12-hour days (at least), our brain is usually in tatters and all we want to do is limp home or to a preferred watering hole and shut it off for a few hours. This goes double for anything related to music, at least any kind of critical thinking beyond that required to punch a few buttons on a jukebox.
But besides our day job, music - especially live music - is still our main hobby after all these years. It's like a cockroach that way, or a virus, or pure instinct; there doesn't seem to be anything we can do about it. And to be perfectly honest, there isn't much else we really like to do anyway. So every once in a while, against our better judgment, Friday evening rolls around and there we are, in front of one more stage. An hour or two later, we often wish we weren't.
That wasn't the case Friday, although it easily could have been. Centro-matic is not a band that lends itself to casual fandom or easy analysis, where you can hear a couple of songs and think, "Oh, I get it." Or so we thought.