Review from labrynth city

Wiping the tears away from my face as I walk toward Stage 3 to see Swamplords, I see that they're in Polyphonic Spree-esque garments with face paint to boot. Oh my, what exactly is happening? I guess this is the obligatory "shit" section to break up the awesome. I knew I should have taken that break to get some more food. I just sit down to the side and stare at them as they start their performance. With all my preconceptions about this band being quickly swept away, and ignoring the stupid costumes, Swamplords deliver an astounding performance with a sound that borders on totally psychedelic (... man). The standout being the extraodionary guitar solos that hook me in and I can't help but be infected by their overall sound which makes me stand up and move unfro to the beat. Aside from having one too many members (the macarenas), the Swamplords win me over as I most subtly dance by myself.