We're Marching On hails from Toronto, where the entire band apparently caught tremendous head colds. Despite the snot, the show went on.
I summarize my reflections on their set as follows:
Two Modest Mouse songs mashed together. Minus the chorus.
I will toss the band style points for fortitude and for managing to play instruments under the influence of large doses of Benadril. I may possess enough sportmanship to neglect to mention the marked amount of talking amongst themselves, conferencing really, throughout the performance.
Recommendation: I would give them one more chance.
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