Unfortunately, only caught the last few songs of Tehran by way of Brooklyn's Yellow Dogs. Their blend of middle-eastern trance-punk was very infectious. Beats, repetitious guitar, and crazy hair were their craft.
Headliner !!! (pronounced chk-chk-chk) were great. Lead singer strolls into the club wearing "Some Girls" boxers, and he definitely had a Jagger complex. He gyrated and felt himself up as if he was auditioning for the Lipped-One's younger stand-in. Five nerdy beat purveyors rounded out the band. Guitar, drums, bass, synths x 2, with occasional sax and trumpet created a full sound. You can see why this band is a festival staple. Frenzied, clubby songs had the entire crowd moving. Singer routinely hopped off stage and sashayed through the crowd which made one feel like you were part of a Candid Camera nerd-core porn film. Evening was capped by singer wringing his sweat-drenched shirt onto his face while while gyrating to ecstatic encore, I mean climax.
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