ERIN L. MILLER

The Back Room at Cat’s Cradle in Carrboro is typically mellow, but the night of the Bayonne concert felt especially sparse. Midway through the opener, though, as the night inched closer to Bayonne’s set, the room began to fill. However thin, the audience was warm. My gin and tonic tasted bright, the bartender friendly, the lights a low purple as I waited for the show. Bayonne (real name Roger Sellers) met the crowd’s warmth with his own. The stage occupied by more instruments

Photo credit A crowd of classic punks, young college students, and a healthy mix of alternative types fill the Cat’s Cradle as FIDLAR takes stage. Out the gate, they launch into the high-energy, rowdy-rock sound they’re known for. Outfitted with punchy guitar riffs and screaming vocals, the band is their own breed of punk. FIDLAR (an acronym for the pithy skate mantra “Fuck It Dog, Life’s A Risk”) has become the soundtrack for the garage punk scene in California. The band beg