On a dark and dingy Sunday night in Buffalo, stoner punks Wavves and Toronto hooligans Fucked Up brought a little sunshine to the Town Ballroom and put a positive stamp a more or less sour weekend. After all, there is nothing like some good old aggressive punk music to help alleviate those Buffalo Bills blues, wouldn't you say.

Things started off right when Nathan Williams and his marry band of pranksters took to the stage to the cheers of a small but enthusiastic crowd. The band, which has added a new guitarist since their last visit, sounded crisp, clean and well rehearsed despite Williams' admission to being under the weather. Familiar songs like "King of the Beach" and "Post Acid" seemed to draw the biggest response from the crowd, inciting a small (dare I say cute) mosh pit. At some point between songs, Nathan nonchalantly walked toward the back of the stage and evidently vomited. Upon returning to the mic, Williams explained that while the beer was helping, getting sick on tour could sometimes happen and he would try his best to press on.

The rest of the set contained new favorites like the name dropping "I Wanna Meet Dave Grohl" and party anthem teaser "Bug" intermixed with older tunes like "To the Dregs", the latter of which started with a new slow and foreboding intro, adding some refreshing flavor to an old classic. The set ended with the sing-a-long snapper "No Hope Kids" before Nathan and the rest of his crew rushed off stage for some well needed rest. You have to give those guys some serious credit. For being a group of weed smoking, beer drinking, pizza eating slackers, they sure were quite the professionals.

After a brief intermission, Toronto hardcore punk collective Fucked Up took to the stage poised to add even more energy to the already amped crowd. If you didn't already know, the most distinctive feature of Fucked Up would have to be lead singer Damian Abraham's in-your-face attitude. In this case, I mean that quite literally. Damian is the kind of front man who personifies the true heart and soul of Fucked Up. A heavy set fellow with a tendency to take off his shirt, jump into the crowd and scream song lyrics with his fans while high fiving everyone in sight. Needless to say it didn't take long for another mosh pit to start. Songs like "Queen of Hearts" had the die hard fans in the front head banging themselves silly while the the female backing vocals and clean guitar work had those in the back smiling from ear to ear.

A very weird moment occurred to during the song "I Hate Summer" in which the mosh pit became too violent and the band had to stop playing while security helped bring things down a notch. Damian then pleaded with the apparent instigator (who oddly enough replied that he was a Buddhist) to keep things chill, before restarting the song, abit, slight less intense.

From that point on things remained calm and collect, and everyone inside the Ballroom returned to having the time of their lives. Damian enjoyed some crowd surfing and joked about chicken wings and Mighty Taco between songs, always managing to keep things friendly and wonderfully intense at the same time.  Whether it was jumping around like a mad man or singing along to the chorus of "The Other Shoe", everyone who made the wise decision to attended will have a story to tell and memory to hold on to. Plus, it was a lot more fun then that Cincinnati game.