Dear internet,

Last night I went to some shows. Let me tell you all about them.

Boywife was late or something, see post / comments below (I guess The Painted Lady fucked up).

Darling Imperial was great, see post below.

Last Tourist was also great, see post below.

Last night I learned that all the antagonizing Bryan Metro, of the band Jesus Chainsaw Massacre Dot Blogspot Dot Com, does on the internet is only the tip of the iceberg. I’m positive we would have seen a public lynching if he had gone through with the Silence of the Lambs stunt he was planning. Boxers down to his knees, junk tucked between his legs…he should be thanking his partner, JR, for giving him the for-the-love-of-god-ABORT-MISSION look in the nick of time, right before the robe dropped. Of course, he might have been able to pull it off if he hadn’t made Insulting The Locals his first act of the night. Also their music didn’t suck as much as I was expecting. In fact, it didn’t suck at all. Weird. Oh, and he did an entire song with a paper bag on his head. I’m not sure what that was supposed to imply. (photo stolen from MCR)



After Bryan Metro left the rest of his band (in the middle of their set) to go see some other band play, I did the same. The New Dodge was PACKED for Millions of Brazilians. I caught the early portion of their set, but couldn’t handle the crowd anymore. Tall dudes are the worst. I was told numerous times, later in the night, that toward the end of their set, Nick narrowly avoided breaking his neck when he climbed or jumped or fell from something onto something else. I’m assuming the balcony to the stage. I dunno, I wasn’t there. And even if I had been, tall dudes would have blocked my view. [Now updated with photo, credit: Ryan Mulvaney]

I think Marco Polio & The New Vaccines are one of the most interesting bands in the city. I’m sure you think they’re weird, but let me assure you — you just don’t get it. Trust me, I have a blog. I can’t really explain their sound or their act and I’m not sure how much of it is improv, but that one dude basically threw a temper tantrum for 30+ minutes. Throwing books, kicking walls, spinning umbrellas, ripping down those fucking Tuaca banners and somehow hanging from that back curtain in the K of C Hall, all while “singing”. They gave the crowd a bunch of drums and drumsticks and made everyone play along. Go see them sometime.

The Knights of Columbus is a goddamn trap. Once you’re there, you’re fucking stuck for the rest of the night. I walked to lounge to catch some of Daniel but he was done already. Damn.

I stuck around for Deastro since I thought I remembered liking one of his songs once. The sound at the K of C Hall is fucking atrocious, you know, because it’s a K of C Hall. Deastro’s first two songs were pretty not so good sounding. Levels were off, feedback though the whole of “Biophelia” — it did get better as it went on, but if anyone came out to see these guys for the first time, I’m not sure how’d they judge them. Besides “Spritle” and a cover if Prince’s “I Would Die 4 U,” the entire set was songs from the upcoming Moondagger album. Moondagger won’t be released until June now. I grow impatient.

The Silent Years sounded as good as anyone could in the K of C cave. The trick is to get as close to the stage as possible, so the sound coming from the speakers deafens you to the echo coming from everywhere else. The Snuggie Choir was an excellent bonus to last night’s performance, enhacing TSY’s already epic songs.