Sunday Night Siege Nov 24

Three Acts, One Mission: Musical Mutiny at Shooters

Shooter's is hallowed ground in Nagoya. At one point or another, almost every musician, every raging lunatic with a guitar, and every music fanatic in this town makes it there to battle for the soul of the crowd - while the crowd wages a battle for another drink.

Shooters is the province of acoustic dreamers, sonic soldiers, and rowdy stage hijackers, all of whom have but one mission—to take the place, and everyone in it—hostage.

On Sunday, November 24th, three acts will hit the floor where so many have come before—Dragonfly, The Jerks, and Luke Cleland. All three daring to bring it all—and willing to say fuck you if you don't like it.

This is a musical war zone—and the friendly fire can get pretty loaded.

The Lineup

Luke Cleland

Luke Cleland is that wandering troubadour from Sydney who's been sniffing around Nagoya lately— and thank the stars for it. The man has a guitar style that could slice bread without a knife: delicate arpeggios one second, then a feral strum the next, dripping with influences like Nick Drake, Eddie Vedder, and a splash of Dylan.

Luke's got this uncanny ability to reach out with his guitar and rip your bleeding heart from your pounding chest while singing about the beauty of life's jagged edges. Arrive early, grab a beer, and let Luke lull you into a false sense of security—you're gonna need it.

Dragonfly

If Luke is the calm before the storm, Dragonfly is the storm itself. This is a band that started out innocent enough—three dudes with guitars in a living room. Fast forward, and they've grown into a Nagoya staple with a fully electric lineup and enough tight grooves to power the Meitetsu line. Led by the perennial Nagoya legend Bob Vidler, Dragonfly plays the kind of rock that makes you think of lazy summer road trips, neon-lit dive bars, and that intoxicated passion you don't want to talk about, but you're never going to forget.

Fleetwood Mac, The Police, Crowded House—these names get thrown around, but Dragonfly carves their own path with every damn show. A few beers in, and you'll be swaying along, and if you're lucky, they'll drop something from their 2018 album, "Guiding Lights."

The Jerks

These guys may be last—but that isn't the way they see it. The Jerks are not just a band—they're an attitude. Anyone who had the luck or the privilege to see them in the rusty pre-COVID glory of GC LIVE or The Plastic Factory will know that these guys do more than bring it—they live it. Every last word of every last sarcastically sweet and perfectly ironic lyric comes dripping with the sweaty knowledge that this may not be their last gig—but it just might be yours.

Ron Schroter whipped up this ragtag group almost a decade ago, and it's still holding steady, evolving, and erupting onto every stage they hit. With a new and improved lineup featuring Go shredding lead guitar like he's trying to win a custody battle with his amp, and Eugene smashing drums like they owe him money, The Jerks guarantee a chaotic, unforgettable night.

This is Aerosmith swagger meets Chili Peppers funk territory with a side of Loaded Beatles charm, all held together by Ron's half-smirking, fully captivating presence. You'll hear the classics, you'll hear their originals, and somewhere in between, you'll probably lose your voice screaming along.

Chill When You're Dead

Shooter's, Sunday night, November 24th—you've got a date with three of this town's best reasons to remember what live music is supposed to feel like. Netflix can wait—stop chilling and start living.