Sometimes after a long night preparing for a much anticipated show, a punch in the face can be a refreshing spectacle. Especially when you start to have a heavy sense of disappointment in the artist you came to see. It is also a symbol of just how bad the rest of the show must be if you are happy to see something you might catch on a bum fights video.

The small crowed that made it out to the show made up for their lack of numbers with their mix of different types of people. Bar owners, thugs and their home girls, and our little group of miscreants scattered throughout Hailey’s waiting for the opening act to finally finish.

The first song was a memorable 80’s classic, one in which I can’t remember the name (not that memorable I guess). This is when the disappointment begins. Right after their first song, a good start, Cage played his slower songs, which can be pleasing to listen to when you are bobbing you head alone in your room. When you go to a show and have to stand up and watch, you want to be able to dance.

Speaking of dancing, a good show is one where you can actually feel the music inside your body. Most certainly at a hip hop show if not at all good shows, a certain amount of bass. The Cage show didn’t sound like it have much bass at all. The shrill voices of the artists pierced your ears and drowned out the driving beat that is so important to Cage’s music.

And just about the time I felt the need to leave, they get the drunk blond on stage and punch her in the face. They didn’t half ass it, and as her head jerked back in a quick shocking moment, he eyes filled with tears and blood trickled from her nose. Brandon bought her a $8 shot out of obligation (how much does a punch in the face go for these days?), and she was thankful for a moment away from the pain. She had a look or regret on her face the rest of the night.

Cage did charge the crowed a few time, screaming at the top of his lungs. This really got the people on the front row getting run over by Cage going, but left the rest of us wondering what the hell he said. If you tried to get away for a second, you might enjoy looking at their wonderful merch booth. Although they had a hot girl as the cashier, you wouldn’t walk away with any money. They offered a poster for $50, or perhaps an overpriced t-shirt is more up your alley.

To top off the lack of a show, Cage would sometimes stop the rap to let the audience fill in the lyrics. After a few failed attempts he became frustrated and started taking it out on the audience and other members of the group. A song opened up, and Cage looked back to the DJ and said, “lets go straight to the song, I don’t know if I can take much more of this shit.”

Well Cage, you might not have enjoyed your run through Denton, but you do need to realize what you did to a lot of people that night. I can say “I can’t take your shit anymore,” and it is very hard to listen to your jams now even though I rocked out to them so many times before. If you are upset because you are not as popular as you think you should be, them perhaps you should find it in yourself to work a little harder.

Our friend Lindsey said one sentence that really conveyed the feeling of the show. “I’m just glad to get away from the horrible music and smoke.”

Of course, you can’t deny the fact that the couple right in front of me, the one locked at the hips, both waving their arms in the air like they just didn’t care while the whole place watched. They just kept the beat steady, and didn’t seem to care if Cage was being a total douche. Perhaps love was on their side, and if they were writing this review, it would be a much more positive story.

Cage on TV (a much better performance…I suppose Denton Texas just isn’t as important.)