When Mic City Sons opens, and you feel the power of the drums, the bass thumping along, and the guitar, and Elliott Smith commanding you to "Get Lucky," that's what music is all about.

Remember arena rock? Was it the loud guitars, the crazy hair or the "Rock and Roll All Nite" politics that made people fall in love with it? Nah, it was the adrenaline rush you got when all the elements were combined and everybody felt the music in the vodka and blood cocktail running through their veins.

Maybe that's a bit dramatic, especially coming from someone who wasn't even born yet when Highway To Hell came out, but I've seen it, and I've felt it. Arena rock is still alive, whether the Smashing Pumpkins care to admit it or not.

Heatmiser are, by some act of Christ, able to make you feel that very same way, using entirely different elements. Sure, there are still loud guitars, smacky bass lines, and monsterous skin power, but there's no screaming. Where the hell did all the screaming go? It's certainly not here. Doesn't matter though. These guys combine Eddie Haskell and the Scorpions into one solid sound that makes feel like I'm watching Frampton come alive.

-Ryan Schreiber