Cynic’s Paul Masvidal. Photo by Rich Mathias.

Before coming to this show, I knew it was going to be a pretty interesting night. It wasn’t just because the awfully underrated and super-legendary Floridian progressive metal masters Cynic would once again be supporting a band that they helped create, but it’s because I heard that they would be premiering out a new tune. Considering the fact that their latest masterpiece, Traced in Air (Season of Mist), came out 15 years after their landmark debut Focus (Roadrunner), I was more than happy to get a fix of brand-new Cynic songs.

I didn’t make it in time to check out most of Scale the Summit’s set. From what I caught, these guys played instrumental guitar music. I wouldn’t call this metal in any way. In fact, I wasn’t even into it. Sorry, but guitar-heavy instrumental music isn’t for me. I will give props to these kids, though. They can definitely rip on their instruments.

Up next was another legendary figure: Canada’s Devin Townsend. The former Steve Vai singer and Strapping Young Lad frontman is back after retiring from the music industry for some time—and he’s more whacked out then ever. I never understood his music or his sense of humor, so I guess that’s why I didn’t really enjoy his set. While I was walking around the venue, I heard a lot of people who came specifically for him and were super stoked to see him. His onstage banter reminded me of Mike Patton and Frank Zappa, but even more intense. Tonight’s crowd definitely worshipped “Heavy Devy.”

Cynic was up next, and I don’t think my love for this band needs too much of an introduction. They were a band so far ahead of their time that it was ridiculous. Even today, I feel that they are criminally overlooked. With that said, I must admit I was pretty disappointed with the band tonight.

Why? First, they only played only one song from Focus. I know singer/guitarist Paul Masvidal is a very spiritual person, but that doesn’t mean the fans—the people who truly find solace in his music—don’t want to hear his classic songs (even if they were written 16 years ago when he was in a different mindset). Cynic only has two albums, each of them clock-in at about 35 minutes. I’m sure if they cut the live segue samples a little bit, they could’ve added two or three more songs from Focus. I was extremely shocked that they didn’t even play “How Could I?” That’s like Slayer not playing “Raining Blood.”

The new song, whose title I did not catch, really got me thinking. The direction was more straightforward and more in the lines of Paul and drummer Sean Reinsert’s other project, Aeon Spoke. It was definitely a song that I need to listen to at home in order for me to get the most out of it. Right off the bat, I got a latter-day Katatonia vibe, which was awesome, though not exactly “Cynic”-like. Perfomance-wise, the band was on fire, as usual. Bassist Robin Zielhorst held it down and second guitarist Tymon Kruidenier played his leads as fluid as ever.

After a disappointing set, I decided to catch some of Between the Buried and Me. I couldn’t help but notice the band’s eclectic crowd, with fans ranging from hardcore tough guys, teeny-bopper MySpace girls, Berklee College of Music rejects and the occasional old-timer who probably heard about the band in the New York Times or the Village Voice. I’ve read a lot about this band and even checked out some of their latest material, but I never got into it. I was hoping I would at least enjoy them live. Not surprisingly, I was wrong.

Usually, when I don’t enjoy a band, it’s almost always going to be that the music is not for me. However, there are cases where I will see a band live and get so blown away by their energy that I will go back to their records and actually enjoy them, which happened with Sweden’s Nifelheim.

Between the Buried and Me do not fall under this category—and it’s nothing against the band. These guys are so unbelievably talented it’s ridiculous. In particular, I must call out drummer Blake Richardson. This guy is an incredibly fluid and dynamic drummer. I’d like to say he’s the Dennis Chambers of progressive metalcore.

Overall, it was the night for Between the Buried and Me and the sold-out crowd showed it. The fans might have gotten their money’s worth but I was left with a bitter taste in my mouth. This just shows that Cynic need to finally do a proper headline tour so that will give their music justice. In a perfect world, I would love for them to co-headline with Atheist—the band who sparked the reformation of Cynic. Maybe that will give Paul the type of energy to whip out “Uroboric Forms.” —Henry Yuan