Number 64 in my ongoing series of Too Much Rock at DIY spaces took me to Studio Skate Supply. This skate shop and indoor skate park is hidden just behind the Kaw Valley Scenic Highway in Kansas City, Kansas. I don't know its history, but its vibe is great. Music blares. Boards clatter. Friends cheer. All levels skated. Very chill. Normally I complain when a show starts later than advertised, but not this time. I was entertained. Take your time getting set up bands, I'm watching this guy land huge frontside nollie bigspins.

After a mic stand was located, Jackoffs started. The Lawrence band lines up as Jack Goodrich (vocals/guitar), Jack LaGue (bass), and Jacob Smith (drums). I've seen them play in basements and DIYs. I've seen them perform at bars. I've seen them deliver punk and hardcore and '50s-fueled rock & roll. I've seen them play songs that approach the speed of light and songs that slow to doom tempos. Studio Skate heard all of that in the trio's fourteen-minute set. In fact, Studio Skate often heard all of that in a single song. For many musicians this would be dangerous, but Jackoffs were incredulously tight and well-rehearsed. While half of the audience stood back and took in the band's prowess, the other half went side-to-side enjoying its power, and that balance seems about right.

While skaters were busy slamming themselves against the pavement on the other side of the room, the back corner continued to serve the punks. Hemmed in by a huge ramp, powered by a strong PA, and dimly lit, the ad-hoc set up was surprisingly cozy and sounded great. Ramps even provided viewing platforms for those who wished to avoid the fray or just needed a little elevation for better viewing. More all-ages shows at Studio Skate please.

Foil picked up where Jackoffs left off and then turned it up a few notches. To begin, armfuls of pool toys were dumped onto the dancefloor. There were noodles for beating others, torus floats to imprison friends, beach balls to kick across the pit, and an inflated pineapple for really inflicting damage. Frontperson Jame Mendenhall wore a captain's hat and a striped shirt. There was no question they were be steering this ship. As was the theme of the night, Foil's set covered a lot of ground. It was chaotic punk front and center, but there were some Damned-esque punk rock elements too, and Lord knows where the delightfully twangy "Wino" was born. Mendenhall announced that they've recently learned how much they like all sorts of music. That excites me. The rest of Foil lines up as Brady Linn (guitar), Bob Corvus (bass), & Isaac Stout (drums). That trio was bold, shifting its punk through complex passages reminiscent of mid-period Black Flag and punctuated by Stout's crashing drums. Mendenhall didn't use a mic stand and chose to spend a good amount of the set rolling around on the floor – often being pummeled by the foam pool noodles. The band's 25-minute set was the longest of the night, wearing out both the musicians and the dancing audience members.

I found myself selling merch for the headliner during the break. It was entirely a crime of proximity as I had commandeered a chair near what became the merch table for Jackoffs and Anti-Feds. Soon I was riffling through a stranger's box, selling CD-Rs, and collecting cash on the band's behalf. It takes a village to raise a scene, and I guess I looked trustworthy enough.

Anti-Feds are from Indy. Several members have decamped for LA in recent years, but there's still a Hoosier heart beating within the band. It's a street punk heart, sometimes a little crusty, sometimes fast and furious, and occasionally drawing from the snotty pogo punk microgenre. But we can just say it's punk and move on. Kellen Julian provided vocals and the banter. Stories of van troubles are de rigueur. Midway through the set he removed his shirt, evidently preferring to feel the grit of the floor on his bare back as he rolled about. Or maybe just to show off his enviable Indy 500 tramp stamp. Guitarist Shannon McConnell and Evan "Byrdman" Greve flanked him. They liked to play fast shifting power chords. Who played the leads? Were there any leads? I thought I remembered McConnell's vocals when the group last played Kansas City, but for this outing Julian went it alone. Bassist Caleb Hagemier and drummer Sam Aiton made up the rhythm section. Late in the set, Hagemier teamed up with McConnell to add a darker post-punk shadow to the night.

Any time a touring act plays last at a DIY show there's a danger the crowd will leave after the locals – especially at an all-ages show on a school night – but that didn't happen. Most of the fifty or so fans stayed inside for Anti-Feds, two-stepped across the floor, beat each other with the surviving pool toys, or just watched from the tops of ramps. It wasn't until the band's twenty-minute set ended at 10:15 that curfewed kids hurried home, the skate park shut down for the night, and this retired merch guy left to begin editing photos. What DIY space should I visit next week?