I'm at my parents', typing this from my childhood racecar bed. It's inspired me to go fast.

Corners of the Sky were in first place when the green flag lifted at 9:00. I'd first seen the group some months back. Young bands grow up so fast. The quartet is psych with all the big freakouts you could ever want (and none of the freakouts you wouldn't). Jason Perez chewed on his guitar while splayed out on the floor. His heavily distorted vocals were often lost in the mix. That's the case for most loud acts at Hillsiders. I loved the unexpected big breakdown. I loved that little drum solo. I loved this band. Most of the audience was seeing the kids for the first time. Everyone pledged to see them again. By 9:30, the foursome had rounded the second corner.

Indy's Wet Denim followed. Indy bands oughta know a lot about racing. This gang was pedal-to-the-metal catchy garage rock all down the straightaway. The scratchy vocals of Steven Riddle sounded dangerous. He looked less like a Steven and more like a Mungo. For a moment, I worried I had walked into his gang's clubhouse, and now he was gonna grab my old lady, put her on the back of his chopper and hit the open road. Maybe I saw Cycle Savages and The Glory Stompers too young. Anyway, the crew moved well on the small stage. Bassist Matty Haddock delivered explosive backing vocals. The run was so good that I picked up the group's 7". I suggest Wet Denim be listened to on vinyl – unless you can find a ragged-out 'Cuda with an 8-track player.

Ahead at the final turn, it was locals Wayne Pain & The Shit Stains. The filthy trio played a long set, offering most of the chaotic proto-punk and garage they knew, including all the classics, everything from the act's new EP "Street Mammogram," and at least one new song. The cover of "The Girl Can't Dance" by Bunker Hill and Link Wray was fire with a ripping solo and a busy bassline. But both the guitar of Kenneth Kupfer and bass of Isaac Ah-loe were active throughout. Drummer Tyler James watched from the drum kit as Kupfer was fed beer after beer by the crowd. Just as the marshal brought out the white flag, the rowdy crowd held out for more. "We normally play two songs, but you only deserve one," shouted the combative Kupfer. So, the band only played one – a cover of the lewd "Bummer Bitch" – and then took home the checkered flag.

It's not a new track record, but the steering wheel on this bed doesn't actually do anything, so it's pretty impressive we finished at all.