The Colour's music hasn't reached the ears of the east coast quite as effortlessly as they did in the west.  I walked into the desolate Orpheum Monday night and immediately saw the familiar face of bassist Derek Heule in a corner trying to obtain vitality, while sipping away at his coffee.

"I remember seeing you guys in LA play such energy-driven shows in jam-packed venues...it's so weird to see you guys play to such an empty bar."
He laughed, "Yeah, this part of the tour has pretty much been just like this.  But, we're still having fun."

Nonetheless, the vacant bar had absolutely no effect on their performance that night.  Heule's coffee must have given him whatever dynamism he needed to perform just as passionately he always does.  Even frontman Wyatt Hull's innate Jim Morrison-like mannerisms were intact.  In-between his "Last of the Mohicans" style song and dance, he effortlessly whipped his mic cord into the stand, then pulled it back to him with just enough time to join in again for the chorus.  Showing their versatility, guitarist David Quon took double-duty on the piano, while drummer Nathan Warkentin shook a maraca as he beat down on his drums.  Their contagious, energetic demeanors reflected onto their small audience.  Even the randoms in the bar were on their feet dancing and trying their best to sing along to the unfamiliar melodies.

My only complaint is that there weren't enough people there to witness such talent.  So, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?  In The Colour's case, it most certainly does.