With S.T.U.N., Armor for Sleep and Christianson; also Sunday, November 16, at the Blue Note in Columbia.
Jesus, it's torture living in Seattle. All that fresh air, furry trees, flannel shirts and foo-foo lattés. Must be a bitch. Vendetta Red uses its hometown as inspiration for carrying on the woe-is-we tradition, becoming yet another platoon in the multiplying army of young bands with their hearts on their sleeves and punkish alternative rock on their brains. The boys in Red manage to create a sound that is disenchanted enough to snare young, doe-eyed harbingers of angst but still offers an appealing hook for modern-rock radio. They're in touch with their feminine side, but they're also kinda pissed. We shouldn't expect anything less from the city that gave us Sir Mix-a-Lot. Oh yeah, and that really depressed dude from Nirvana.