No Shoegazing Allowed
Hockey Night played a good, energetic set. There's an element of quicky adorableness to this band that I guess only a Midwestern girl could love. There was plenty of synchronized drumming, amazing solos, and Elvis on the bells. At times, I'm astonished that there isn't more buzz about Hockey Night. There songs are a nice balance between lo-fi indie and jam-classic rock. I really enjoyed the new songs and thought the boys really brought out all the stops. However, I could have done with out the Play-Doh and panty throwing. Panty throwing? Where am I?
Last year, Dan and I saw Ghostland play at Ace of Clubs, and there were probably 20 people in the room. Saturday night, Mercury Lounge was sweaty, pumped, and packed. Ghostland Observatory played a fantastic set. There were no pink pants, but Aaron Behren's pants were as tight and as lovely as ever. He moved his body in inhuman ways while Thomas Turner played the straight man and worked assorted electronic instruments. The crowd was eating up the energy, which definitely helped to keep the show lively. There was no panty-throwing, but the night did end with Behren's jumping into the audience, not once, but twice.
Read another review of Ghostland Observatory at the Underrated Blog.
Hockey Night: Dark Trance
Ghostland Observatory: Ghetto Magic