Concert Central

finally got to see my favorite-named band, they were surprisingly mature and confident, relievingly so, nothing striking about the music, wish I could have been more attentive, some combination of previous two bands

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druggie electrician talking my ear off (and I gave him and his roommate my number—that woke me up a few times last night in disgust/terror) so couldn’t listen properly, but really liked them, lush, full, keyboard, many members, druggie kept comparing them to Joy Division

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typical 00s band, indie and pop-punk mix, they were good for the genre, kind of like their name too, lots of jumping, but that stupid boy-whine voice

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starting to appreciate mariachi but it so dominates the atmosphere, loud and in your face, annoying on a tired Friday night

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lounge music (hot Arab man with chocolate lead vocals) made fun by covers of old rock tunes, whatever

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“fantastic” as NewlyGlamorous would say, she’s seen the real thing and loved them, driving primal tribal rimabal beats and crooning melodies, a shady mysterious vocalist, oh sorry they’re Arabic music, loved them

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has the sculpted tufts of hair now that he has “made it,” still a very enjoyable guitarist

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a solo guy on banjo, fiddle, a strange mini piano, had the sweet pleading croon of old-timers, OverachieverTeacher’s roommate/bartender classified him as Americana, r/b and I did not click or rather r/b did not click with me

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