L.S. Dunes/From Indian Lakes/Plague Vendor – The Music Box, San Diego, Ca 5/25
By Jeffrey Easton
An eclectic lineup like this promises an unforgettable night of music, where raw energy, introspection, and mastery collide in a single space. Fans came in droves to The Music Box in anticipation, ready to experience the distinct atmospheres each band would bring to the stage. The venue buzzed with excitement, as the crowd eagerly awaited the start of a sonic adventure unlike any other, with each act poised to leave their mark.
Plague Vendor kicked things off with their raw, unrelenting presence. If you’ve ever wanted a band to grab you by the collar and pull you into a frenzy, this was it. Brandon Blaine, their lead singer and onstage lunatic, has this magnetic, almost dangerous charisma, throwing himself across the stage like a man possessed. The guitars were jagged yet moved you, and there wasn’t a moment when the audience wasn’t moving. It felt chaotic in the best way—like the soundtrack to a night you’re going to half-remember and fully regret in the morning. If you can imagine what Detroit was like on a Saturday night in a seedy club in the early 70s, this was it.
Then came From Indian Lakes, shifting the mood into something beautifully introspective. Their set was like a dream you don’t want to wake up from, with lush soundscapes and hauntingly melodic vocals that filled the venue like a warm glow. The contrast between their layered, atmospheric sound and Plague Vendor’s anarchic chaos was striking, but it worked. The crowd swayed, lost in the moment, as tracks like The Wilderness and No One Else unfolded with an almost cinematic intensity. If shoegaze had a poster child, these guys are first in line.
By the time L.S. Dunes took the stage, the anticipation was through the roof. The people around me were debating the setlist, who Anthony was better with and when they hit the screams were through the fucking roof Anthony came out, roasted his hands over a firey crowd and it was on. Their blend of post-hardcore grit and melodic precision was an absolute masterclass in live performance. It’s rare to see a supergroup that actually lives up to the hype, but L.S. Dunes exceeded every expectation. Anthony Green’s vocals soared, cutting through the the riffs layed down by MCR six stringer Frank Iero and and Travis Stever from Coheed, while the rhythm section held everything down with thunderous conviction. The audience was in a frenzy—jumping, shouting, and clinging to every note. It was one of those sets that felt both intimate and massive at the same time, like a shared secret shouted at full volume. Their 2 records, Past Lives and the new one that just dropped, Violet, are 2 of the best records from the past decade, period. Being in this crowd reminded me of Warped tour 2005, the parking lot in Long Beach where I saw MCR for the first time and I almost couldn't hear the band due to the deafening roar of the people behind me, that energy propelled them to the major leagues and its that same crowd in SD that’s going to put L.S. Dunes over the top.
All in all, the night was a perfect showcase of three bands at the top of their game, each bringing something completely different yet equally unforgettable. If you ever get the chance to see these three on the same bill, do it, You won’t regret it.
Check out the bands at their official Sites. L.S. Dunes HERE, From Indian Lakes HERE, Plague Vendor HERE
By Jeffrey Easton
An eclectic lineup like this promises an unforgettable night of music, where raw energy, introspection, and mastery collide in a single space. Fans came in droves to The Music Box in anticipation, ready to experience the distinct atmospheres each band would bring to the stage. The venue buzzed with excitement, as the crowd eagerly awaited the start of a sonic adventure unlike any other, with each act poised to leave their mark.
Plague Vendor kicked things off with their raw, unrelenting presence. If you’ve ever wanted a band to grab you by the collar and pull you into a frenzy, this was it. Brandon Blaine, their lead singer and onstage lunatic, has this magnetic, almost dangerous charisma, throwing himself across the stage like a man possessed. The guitars were jagged yet moved you, and there wasn’t a moment when the audience wasn’t moving. It felt chaotic in the best way—like the soundtrack to a night you’re going to half-remember and fully regret in the morning. If you can imagine what Detroit was like on a Saturday night in a seedy club in the early 70s, this was it.
Then came From Indian Lakes, shifting the mood into something beautifully introspective. Their set was like a dream you don’t want to wake up from, with lush soundscapes and hauntingly melodic vocals that filled the venue like a warm glow. The contrast between their layered, atmospheric sound and Plague Vendor’s anarchic chaos was striking, but it worked. The crowd swayed, lost in the moment, as tracks like The Wilderness and No One Else unfolded with an almost cinematic intensity. If shoegaze had a poster child, these guys are first in line.
By the time L.S. Dunes took the stage, the anticipation was through the roof. The people around me were debating the setlist, who Anthony was better with and when they hit the screams were through the fucking roof Anthony came out, roasted his hands over a firey crowd and it was on. Their blend of post-hardcore grit and melodic precision was an absolute masterclass in live performance. It’s rare to see a supergroup that actually lives up to the hype, but L.S. Dunes exceeded every expectation. Anthony Green’s vocals soared, cutting through the the riffs layed down by MCR six stringer Frank Iero and and Travis Stever from Coheed, while the rhythm section held everything down with thunderous conviction. The audience was in a frenzy—jumping, shouting, and clinging to every note. It was one of those sets that felt both intimate and massive at the same time, like a shared secret shouted at full volume. Their 2 records, Past Lives and the new one that just dropped, Violet, are 2 of the best records from the past decade, period. Being in this crowd reminded me of Warped tour 2005, the parking lot in Long Beach where I saw MCR for the first time and I almost couldn't hear the band due to the deafening roar of the people behind me, that energy propelled them to the major leagues and its that same crowd in SD that’s going to put L.S. Dunes over the top.
All in all, the night was a perfect showcase of three bands at the top of their game, each bringing something completely different yet equally unforgettable. If you ever get the chance to see these three on the same bill, do it, You won’t regret it.
Check out the bands at their official Sites. L.S. Dunes HERE, From Indian Lakes HERE, Plague Vendor HERE
