By the time this article is printed, Thursday will be over and moving on, but it was a good one. Thursday is not referring to the day of the week though, but rather the emotional hardcore band that played at the Maintenance Shop Tuesday night along with Paragraph and Fault Lines.

Everyone in the crowd seemed to be there for Thursday, and when the New Jersey band took the stage, they welcomed them with deafening noise. Thursday responded with comparable energy.

“Write these words back down inside, we burn their villages .” belted out vocalist Geoff Rickly in their opening song “Autobiography of a Nation” from their sophomore album, “Full Collapse.” Following that song was the album opener “Understanding in a Car Crash,” along with “A Whole in the World,” “Standing on the Edge,” and “Paris In Flames,” a song named for a documentary on the nonwhite cross-dressing queens of the New York club scene.

Every song was a full-on auditory assault grouped with intelligent lyrics and guitar riffs. Influences from fellow New Jersey emo rockers Lifetime, poured from every well-honed song.

Matching the fierceness of their music was the amount of energy that each person in the band put forth during their show. At times, Rickly wouldn’t be using the microphone but rather screaming out into the audience. Others times it would be a mess of swinging instruments and bouncing people. Although it wasn’t constant brutality, the band did take time to talk, share stories and joke around.

Included in some of the story subjects was getting food poisoning on tour, New Jersey and how bassist Tim Payne’s mother got thrown in jail for going on strike.

Finishing their explosive show was one of the most brutal songs on the album, “Cross out the Eyes.”

Of the two opening bands, Paragraph must get a praiseworthy mention.

Although it looked like they modeled their style of dressing after Mr. Spock, it was interesting to see them take the instrumental track that every emo band has and stretch it into a song that lasts half the set.

This allowed the band to explore a vast universe of sounds. From time to time, the band would move from chunky riffs to smooth textural sounds, and then explode into a mass of noise and feedback.

Admittedly, the phrase “cheer up emo boy” ran through my head repeated at the beginning of the concert, but my enthusiasm to see Thursday, and the amazing energy of the crowd drowned that phrase out.