Cloud Nothings buzzed the room with their mid-west 90s pop and Alex Bleeker and the Freaks then mellowed us all out. While Cloud Nothings inspired dancing and smiling, The Freaks inspired introspection and mind jams. The show experience would have been perfect if it weren’t for the sweaty drunk whom my friends deemed “the human sponge.” If he brushed up against you, you were drenched. Thanks for the Evan Williams, dude.
I would like if the Freaks went even further with their jams. I mean, let’s face it, extended solos and freak outs are awesome, but it’s gotta be shaken up a bit.
The Cloud Nothings line up was different than the last time I saw them, at the Market Hotel in early December. Anyone know what happened to the guy with the blue frames?Vodpod videos no longer available.