You Are Going to Hate This But You Missed a Good Show The Frights at Fine Line

It was the coldest day we have seen so far this fall, with flurries in the air from winter approaching Minnesota quickly. There was quite the stacked line up at Fine Line this eve, with local bands Oister Boy and Remo Drive kicking off the night.

Last night, the Twin Cities’ alt-rock firebrand Oister Boy stormed into the venue with reckless abandon and left little doubt that they’re among Minneapolis’s most compelling live acts right now. From the first chord to the final roar, they made a statement: this is punk-fueled, grunge-tinged rock meant to be experienced, not just heard.

Oister Boy deliver something refreshingly immediate. There’s no grandiosity, no sprawling solos or extraneous theatrics; just the band in its element, tearing through songs with conviction. Their sound is rooted in grunge and punk, but with a melodic sensibility and a live intensity that sets them apart. According to one write-up: they cut their teeth touring in 2022 and earned a reputation “with a commanding live set” and “feral potency.”

Last night, Remo Drive took the stage and delivered a performance that felt like an electric ride with a mix of nostalgia, raw energy, and transformation. As my husband would describe it “coming in and kicking the door down” with their high intensity opening. Drawing from their emo-rock roots and evolving into a more indie/alternative sound, the Minneapolis based duo of brothers Erik and Stephen Paulson proved that they’re still capable of commanding a room.

I appreciated the bands capability to talk with the crowd while tuning. Some bands stay quite on stage, while Remo Drive interacted with their audience throughout the show. It bled into the performance, with the band feeding off the energy the crowd then provided.

The Frights turned the venue into a whirlwind of surfy distortion, sweat, and pure catharsis last night. The San Diego-based band, known for their unique blend of surf-punk, garage rock, and heart-on-sleeve lyricism, delivered a show that felt equal parts therapy session and house party gone off the rails.

From the first crack of the drums, the energy was electric. Frontman Mikey Carnevale commanded the crowd with effortless charisma as he tore through favorites like "Tungs," "You Are Going to Hate This," and "Over It." His vocals teetered between raw vulnerability and total chaos, perfectly capturing the band’s signature mix of angst and euphoria.