I got hooked onto Appomattox when I saw a show for some other band whose name escapes me. They were the opening act, and I was enthralled enough with their fuzzy guitars to grab them for an interview. Fast forward a couple of years and countless concert reviews later--I was excited to see them back in their old stomping grounds alongside Soft Pyramids and Me and Joan Collins.

Soft Pyramids was a nice surprise--a mellowed out indie brainchild of a few Boston musicians. I was definitely impressed with their sound, but the memory of their set is tinged with bittersweetness: to the boy who immediately moved to the other side of the Great Scott when I asked him how he got into Soft Pyramids, go fuck yourself.

Appomattox were exactly what I remembered them to be--passionate and talented musicians. They wizzed through songs found on their debut album, A O, as well as off their latest EP. Their solid set wasn’t seen by that many eyes--people started to peel out halfway through but that didn’t stop their concentration or delivery. The boys were on point. They were also super nice, as I said hello to drummer James Mello after they were done performing. Turns out, you really do attract more flies with honey. Whatever the hell that means.


Candace gets paid to booze at shows and interview bands you want to meet. It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.

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