After a stint when the festival was alternately known as Bamboozle, Skate and Surf returned to its roots for two days at Asbury Park this year. A forecast that predicted thunderstorms and rain for most of the weekend thankfully didn’t come to fruition (except for a short while on Saturday night) as fans generally experienced a temperate couple of days. The fragrant, salty sea air wafted over from the boardwalk, a reminder of just how close the beach was.
“Asbury Park is hands-down one of my favorite places on this Earth,” Modern Baseball’s Ian Farmer said when I briefly caught the band backstage. The grounds were actually laid out around the Berkeley Oceanfront Hotel (where most of the bands were staying), which made for a fun bit of star watching as musicians came and went through the lobby.
A perfect middle ground between the hectic one-day affair of Warped Tour and the full-blown, three-day Riot Fest, Skate and Surf provided the best of both worlds over its two days. The crowd never suffocated and lines weren’t too long for food or Port-a-Potties. The structure of alternating performances between two sets of stages (GameLoud-World and East-West) helped to reduce the wait times, although this did make for some tough scheduling conflicts on Sunday evening.
And it also bears saying: Fans at pop-punk festivals always seem to really be there for the music. One of the main reasons I love Riot Fest so much is for its lack of pretension. Likewise, Skate and Surf wasn’t an event for posturing or going for the sake of being seen; it was an event for hearing some of pop-punk’s (and metal/emo/hardcore’s) most exciting, up-and-coming acts and veteran forefathers.
Dads had the misfortune of getting assigned a set time that overlapped with The Front Bottoms, arguably the biggest draw of the entire festival. (“We’re just gonna play a Front Bottoms CD and dance,” joked Ryan Azada, the band’s bassist, backstage.) And although the band have roots in New Jersey, they were hesitant to label (or rely on) this a homecoming show. In preparation for these potential obstacles, the trio inverted their set to perform their more well-known tracks from the start. Luck didn’t seem to be in Dads’ favor still, as the generator providing power to the stage gave out in the middle of their second song, “Shit Twins”. But the audience on hand provided all the amplification the band would need, belting out “You’ll say it’ll be just like the old days/ But it won’t be the fucking old days,” picking up right where drummer/vocalist John Bradley left off. Soon, power was restored and the band recovered with “Get to the Beach!” and “The Romantic Ocean”.
BIG D AND THE KIDS TABLE
Big D and the Kids Table played the West Stage, one of a pair of stages tucked in the back of the festival grounds near the boardwalk. It might as well have been called the Wild West Stage: no barrier, no security. “L.A.X.” electrified the crowd as the endless crowd surfing began and didn’t stop for the rest of the set. In a time when some other artists wouldn’t hesitate to punch fans who make their way on stage, David McWane – the veteran Boston ska band’s singer – spent the majority of the set helping fans up, draping his arm around crowd surfers who made it onto the stage, emphatically crooning the songs, and even extending the mic stand for the fans to sing along. The band closed with “Noise Complaint” as McWane decided to turn the tables and jump into the crowd himself, where he was swarmed by fans. No complaints about the noise here.
N.B. The next day there was a barrier in place with an additional security team for the West Stage.
SO SO GLOS
So So Glos (especially lead vocalist/bassist Alex Levine) sounded great during their compact, 35-minute set on the East Stage. The scrappy Brooklyn punks got the crowd moving with a rousing rendition of “Diss Town”, as Levine led the crowd in an oh-oh-oh chant. The band followed with a new song, as Levine implored the audience to “get off the assembly line, get on the dance floor.” However, it wasn’t until the very last song, “Son of an American”, that the So So Glos totally won the crowd over. Mid-song, Levine shimmied down toward the ground à la the Isley Brothers’ “Shout”, encouraging the onlookers to follow his lead. He even got the people trickling in to see Kevin Devine at the adjacent stage to join in. “We’re all on a rock floating through space. Isn’t that weird?” Levine quipped as the crowd noise had reduced to a murmur. Finally, he sprang up to close out the track with the rest of the band, and the fans jumped up in unison and began moshing.
FOUR YEAR STRONG
The only hiccup in Skate and Surf’s first day was that generators supplying power to some of the stages were not ready when the festival was scheduled to kick off. As a result, the earliest group of bands got pushed to later times. However, the World Stage was unaffected, and Four Year Strong provided a triumphant start to the day in the second slot with a set heavy on the Worcester band’s older material. On lead-off track “What the Hell Is a Gigawatt?”, vocalist Alan Day hopped off the stage and stood on the security barrier, singing as crowd surfing fans came flying in all around him. Other vocalist Dan O’Connor asked for a circle pit on Rise or Die Trying classic “Maniac (R.O.D.)”, and the crowd gladly obliged. Four Year Strong closed their set with “Wasting Time (Eternal Summer)” as a fresh wave of crowd surfers were tossed around and fans clapped in unison to the furious double bass kick of drummer Jake Massucco.
The tiny Bar Stage was reserved for up-and-coming acts, but Sorority Noise had the biggest presence on the smallest stage. Sporting a similar self-deprecating, anthemic style as the likes of The Front Bottoms and Modern Baseball, the New Jersey natives opened with “Rory Shield” as singer Cameron Boucher implored, “Kiss me like you mean it/ And by mean it, I mean walk away like you don’t even know my name.”
The band followed with “Blonde Hair, Black Lungs”, and as the track descended into raw screaming, the crowd pressed toward the stage and crowd-surfing began. Security had to hurriedly push through to intercept the crowd-surfers from being thrown literally on top of the band. Boucher then passed the spotlight to fellow vocalist/guitarist Adam Ackerman on later track “Smoke”.
“This guitar solo goes out to you mom and dad,” Ackerman said, unleashing bluesy licks as he swayed his head back and forth. The band closed with “Dirty Ickes” as a circle pit opened up to Boucher’s cathartic shout, “And I’ve learned to love myself more than I could ever love you!”
Earlier in the set, Boucher revealed that he and Ackerman would be driving to Connecticut after the show to graduate from college. Boucher joked about how the crowd should cut checks to him as a graduation gift, but after Sorority Noise’s set, one of the most common sights was people walking around the festival grounds toting vinyl copies of the band’s 2014 record, Forgettable. Not a bad graduation present at all.