DISCLAIMER: As with all reviews from 405 East, they are sometimes bland, mundane, exorbitant in description, at times too critical, though often positive with a hit of energy, yet sometimes negative, sometimes overwhelmingly overwritten, but they are the honest and sole opinion of the unedited writer, the one that was there, the one with a few drinks, the one that experienced the evening and then attempted to reiterate that experience into words in efforts to get people, fans, music lovers, musicians, drinkers, whom ever you decide to be in a night in L.A., in Hollywood, to be convinced, or get convinced, to set out for one and hopefully many more of these shows. Regardless of good or bad review, this site has always been a meager attempt to get others to explore the L.A. Indie music scene for themselves. This is not about hyping and getting street creds for bringing to attention the next big band that'll be excessively repeated on KROQ until ears go deaf. Instead this is about traversing the terrain of the Indie scene and reporting to others what is out there and that it is happening every night in this lovely massive mecca polluted city. Don't dare try to bring commercialism into this niche, or it'll be destroyed. Some artists may be removed from this scene for major label reasons, but that is called success, temporarily at least, for as long as the business allows them to be themselves without edits, without changing everybody's hair to trendy blond or death black, or making writers stick to deadlines, which often resort them to using overused descriptive pun phrases like "lush arrangements." That stuff is commercialism for the media censured, homogenized couch pod public that enjoy "live" popular arts by staying home watching American Idol, or by constantly probing broadcast media for the next Rolling Stone or Billboard Magazine favorite band lasting a span as long as they are on screen, or a turn of the page, before cutting to a Target commercial having the White Stripes album sale, or for those that only go to sold-out, overpriced, acoustics awful concerts at The Forum, or even for those reading thesaurus filled rave reviews that boast what readers should be listening to (to be hip), or reading lousy reviews on this site, when nobody should be making decisions based upon others at all. 405 East is not about coaxing one into listening to music picks but instead an attempt to get others to witness, experience, and independently opinionate the raw, pure, non-artificial, uninhibited music scene for themselves. Bands need live support, more than just buying their album and whatnots. Good or bad, art is art, and it's on display for the public, not just for those trying to fit into a seam in the scene, or just showing for their friend's band. Even those that are within the Indie scene may not know the vastness of it, or do not attempt to roam beyond their familiar locations. 405 East may be a futile, but is currently an endless effort to root and connect this entire community of Indie music, venues, and the arts therein, good and bad, within the boundaries of Los Angeles and bordering areas. There is no end. And if you think there is, you don't know this city.