What else are you going to do on a Wednesday night? It's over the hump night, and there's no better time to go out to a bar and discover an up and coming band. My last several discoveries have been real catches, so I wasn't too upset that this time around my discovery was a disappointment.The Nebulas played their brand of surf-punk to a diverse, reserved crowd of 20-somethings at Skybar in Somerville. They certainly have a unique fashion sense. All were dressed in identical black pants, black and white name-tagged bowling shirts and black goggles, which eventually came off half way into the show. Their unifying style went beyond their apparel, as their instrument emissions all seemed to blend together into one loud, headache-inducing sound. Each song was predominantly indistinguishable from the next. They were typically loud, bass-driven pieces drowning out what stylings the lead guitarist had to offer; the predictable chord progressions were over before you had the chance to pick up on any semblance of a hummable melody. Even the rhythm guitarist frontman was aware of the band's lack of diversity, prefacing three or four songs with, "You're already hearing the same songs over again," or thereof variations.

The Nebulas, however, are not burnouts -- there is room for development into a standout in the world of music, but it's going to take a lot of work. First off, they need to vary the pace of their songs. Some of their song intros showed promise with melodic reverb, but all too soon, they would depart from this and resort to the comfort of their same old fast-paced sound. There were other places for their lead singer to take control and lift off, but they were rarely taken advantage of. They have the potential, and if they slow it down and add some more melody, they will gain a following beyond those who crave mindless, formulaic noise.