Another merch glimpse:
FLICK -- $80
HARLOW -- $0
DODES -- $45
CRACKER -- $484 (Not. I want them to stop selling things.)
A big montage of past episodes follows this, set to a FLICK song. Whatever, VH1. Nice freshman video editing project, maybe.
Dude, they are going nuts with the stupid tour earning this episode. Whaddup wid dat?
FLICK -- $4131
HARLOW -- $4444
DODES -- $4585
CRACK -- $5022
Okay, so Adrian is blabbing to HARLOW about the famed “merch swap” last episode. Chimene is pretty candid: “My job is not make other people lose. It’s to do the best that I can for myself. We ended up in third place because you guys made a deal with them.” Adrian: “Either I can slink away or stare at the camera so they don’t film this.” Chimene turns her back to her. “Maybe slinking away would be the best thing to do right now.” Yeah, that’s right.
All the bands are at The Clique, getting ready to play. Everyone’s getting really itchy. Outside, FLICK is getting their picture taken by Bruce, Brandin, and Fletcher’s pops. They’re all wearing matching black turtlenecks, and they get this really money slo-mo of all of them walking into The Clique.
Time to battle. Brendon and Katina are breaking down the whole thing to the audience. Each band is playing three songs. HARLOW goes first, and they actually sound pretty good, mainly because they actually got a sound-check this time and they can hear themselves. They play “Static Cling,” while Rebecca says, “We’re pulling out all the stops tonight.” The next song, cleverly titled “Michael Hunt,” ends with Rebecca dipping her mallets into lighter fluid, lighting them, and playing the cymbals so they catch on fire. Pretty awesome. Rex seems totally psyched about it. The audience digs it, too. Amanda: “I had a really good time. If we do get kicked off then we went out with a bang.” True.
It’s FLICKERSTICK’s turn. They sound great. El Dangeroso is in full effect: “I love every second of everything we do onstage. I love it. I don’t want anyone to think that we’re faking anything.” They rock their song “Smile,” which sounds a bit like Radiohead. Brandin’s vibrato is right on. They really are a good band. I hope they win. Dude, even Sutton can’t refrain from giving the “rock” symbol with his hand. That means something, dude. Brandin gives a little speech: “Vote for us if you like us, don’t vote for us if you don’t. Just don’t use the cameras, and don’t use the merchandise sales. This is what matters, and you all are what matters. Keep that in mind.” Hmm. They finish with “Direct Line to the Telepathic,” which also sounds a bit like older Radiohead. After a Frampton-esque ending, Rex beats the hell out of his guitar, and the drums start flying. The set is ruined. Then Fletcher does a curtsey, which is hilarious. Dominic: “I was so emotionally distraught that I had to crawl into a corner and cry for about half an hour.” It’s contagious, because eventually all of FLICK is crying. Cory and Rex are holding hands. Rex: “We all had emotional breakdowns, and were cryin’ and loving each other because of the music. I would never want to be in a band that didn’t do that.” Cory: “If the judges see us crying, we might win.” Heh.