French Kicks
Saw the French Kicks last night at the Mercury Lounge, my latest in whiny boy bands. Was surprised to see so many girls out. My friend's explanation was that it's a band of 5 guys, what can you expect?! I guess guys are not fans of hearing other guys sing about their whiny lives when they have their own whiny lives to live. And if they didn't have whiny lives, the music wouldn't be as good (ahem, post-Paltrow Coldplay). And for all you fans out there (who might seriously be reading this?), please don't take "whiny" as a criticism - this is merely an unschooled description of what the kids these days call Emo.
As for the music, it was damn good.
The scene at Hot Chip on Saturday was quite the opposite. Also a group of 5 nerdish guys (nothing whiny about them!) playing to a packed house at Terminal 5. Most people seemed to be in their 20s and the guy checking my ID didn't look old enough to even check IDs! The show was great although a bit too short. Got our dance on afterwards at Studio B with Gui Boratto.
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