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When I make it to Rough Trade well past 9, people are still lingering around for the end of the shop’s day-long event full of performances and DJ sets. At the end of this year’s Record Store Day, Honduras closed out their tour with a hometown show at the Brooklyn staple.
Honduras have spent the last month touring with Acid Dad, switching back and forth headlining shows. It’s not the first time I’ve seen them: I’ve shot a show of theirs, coincidentally caught them not realizing that they were opening, and I’ve learned that the guys are all friends of friends of mine (as so happens in Brooklyn). That informal attitude characterizes the feeling of community you get at one of their shows – everyone is out to have a great time and enjoy great music. It might be the fourth or fifth of their shows I’ve been to, and even if I’m starting to see familiar faces among the crowd, everyone still has just as much energy as any punk show demands.
After the more playfully mellow opener Yucky Duster, the attitude of the crowd was quick to change when Honduras took the stage. Opening up with “Hollywood” off of last year’s Gathering Rust EP, things went a from head nodding to hair flipping, at least for me and for the guy a few feet away from me, whipping his dreads in every direction. It took about three songs for a mosh pit to form organically from people jumping around, all just a little bit off beat. “Thank you guys for dancing,” lead singer Pat Phillips says between songs, “or whatever that’s called.”
What I’ve come to expect at a Honduras show is a characteristically high-powered set that draws from the punk purity the band embodies. This was no exception, especially when to my surprise, I turn around to find guitarist Tyson Moore playing on his knees in the middle of the crowd. I still don’t know how I even missed him jumping off the stage.
This time around though, a number of new songs mixed into the set changed up the pacing, but not in a way that lost anyone’s attention. I find myself trying to decipher some new lyrics; I manage to hear, “Find a way to cope/Cigarette on the way,” and I hope I didn’t butcher that. When I catch up with Pat long after Acid Dad’s set, I tell him I’m liking the new material and he tells me they’ve been working at keeping up with the whole punk thing, but getting a little more introspective.
Now that their tour is over, they’ll be playing local shows around the city and continuing to work out their next steps. You can catch them with Omni and Patio for a rooftop show at Our Wicked Lady on Friday, May 5.