Even though headliners Weedeater postponed for the second straight time, the show went on last Wednesday at Carabar with a trio of locals that was plenty satisfying for fans of the heavy stuff, Weedeater or no Weedeater.

Even though headliners Weedeater postponed for the second straight time, the show went on last Wednesday at Carabar with a trio of locals that was plenty satisfying for fans of the heavy stuff, Weedeater or no Weedeater.

Three extremely different strains of aggression were on display that night, starting with Face Face, who I missed due to late arrival. Their MySpace suggests a post-punk sound a la Refused that would have been my bag. Alas. Next time, Face Face.

The first band I witnessed was MF Gnar, a grindcore quartet that set up partially on stage, partially on the floor, which seems to be the trend when DIY bands play at Carabar.

By the time they went on around 11 p.m., vocalist Curt Everitt was nine PBRs into his "wizard staff" (connecting each consecutive empty can with duct tape) and had donned a sombrero in honor of Cinco de Mayo.

Thus, it started out as one of the most festive thrashings I've ever seen, at least until Everitt got frustrated that most of the crowd was looming away from the stage rather than stepping into the belly of the beast.

MF Gnar followed the tried-and-true routine of super-fast riffage followed by chunky half-time breakdowns and the occasional burst of high-register shredding. All the while, Everitt stomped around, unfurling angry screams that slid violently between tragedy to triumph.

Not revolutionary stuff, but certainly a gnarly take on the meat and potatoes of the genre, thanks in large part to Everitt's antics. Having a charismatic frontman goes a long way.

Headlining the night was EYE - formerly known as Super Silver - a newish combo that matches Teeth of the Hydra bassist Matt Bailey with guitarist Matt Aux and drummer Brandon Smith of the Pretty Weapons. It's tough to think of a power trio more powerful than that, and these guys certainly came hard.

Wednesday's set was a tour de force. You want big, ballsy Sabbath riffs? Check. You want jazzy, fuzzed-out excursions? Check. You want morphing song structures, psychedelic freak-outs and droning rhythm dirges that leave you feeling pinned down and battered? Check, check and more check.

They were almost entirely stoic as they delivered these thunderous jams - Aux flittering off solos as if he was taking out the trash, Bailey frozen in a rock-out pose like some kind of heavy metal Heisman trophy.

But unlike some other acts I've criticized lately for their lack of stage presence, these guys kicked up so much sonic splendor that they didn't need anything but the music to get their point across.

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