The unLucky Nine?
You really have to feel sorry for a band competing against Velvet Revolver, but such is Lucky Nine's fate. It's not that they're bad, but the lure of the main stage super-group is too much. Throughout the day, bands have suffered from the lift-sucking ability of the Napster stage. Add to that, their mixing isn't good - the vocals are buried under everything else and you begin to see why the crowd is less than enthusiastic.
Besides, the more of the set I hear, the more I think it really is emo they're playing. Or possibly screamo with really clichéd Americanised vocals courtesy of Colin Doran. To give them their due, they're passionate and by the time they're onto the fourth song of their set, they have improved considerably. It's more punk than the previous, but the mixing really lets the band down.
Sounding like Placebo in places, Lucky Nine reach their peak before the downhill slide begins into emo land. But Lucky Nine have more tricks up their sleeves. Their music takes a detour into the realms of thrash metal for a brief moment, lasting the duration of only one song. It's a shame because it might well be the best few minutes of their set.
Unfortunately, there's a sense of relief when the band announce their last song of the set. The vocals are off key, but it would appear the trip into thrash/hardcore is longer than first imagined.