By cool, I mean attitude. I'm not sure there was A/C involved in my experience, and the single shop light that illuminated the stage from behind the drummers' heads had to be boiling the brains of each band. Leaving to grab a quick beer nearby, we let Love in the Time of Cholera (from D.C.) have at it with typical teen rebellion punk à la the Warped Tour. My guide for the evening and I arrive back disappointed to have missed local brothers Aaron and Stefan Gonzalez in Akkolyte (we were gone for only 30 minutes!) but in time to catch a few measures from Hamas and the full set from Chicago's He Who Corrupts--a band that can claim one of the best technical drummers I've ever seen. They threw out biting rhythms that felt like they were leaving scars, a candor with the audience any front man should be jealous of and a propensity for whipping out genitalia. It was an aural and full-frontal assault that 30-odd kids (and about four of us adults) relished right through to the random onstage coloring contest between a pair of brothers (7 and 9--yes, their parents were there) that lasted the duration of a 30-second song. See, that's what's so awesome about noise bands--in a set that maybe lasts 25 minutes, audience members get a fast-forward through the tutorial of what music teachers never wanted any student to do. And, we got doughnuts.