I managed to score a ticket to the indie wonderkids TV On The Radio a couple weeks ago (thank you, U of W and Kirk). TVotR is one of those bands that I should like very, very much but I actually don't appreciate at all. Either I just don't understand them or they're overrated . . . hmm. Anyway, they have a much ballyhooed live show that I was hoping would win me over. Well, it didn't. The band is fine, but they're not really blowing me away. They played a bunch of new stuff which was again fine-just not awesome.

The next night was Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I've been following these guys for years now, since I caught them opening for Spiritualized at Club Dada waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the day. That show was so good that I didn't see them again for years. I was afraid of tainting the memory of it, and I didn't like their new albums nearly as much as their debut. Last year's Baby 81 redeemed them, and I happily caught them at Bumbershoot 2007 as well. Once again, they delivered. It was a shockingly good three hour set that still left me with a list of songs they didn't play. That, my friends, is the sign of a good band.

If you follow my Twitter, you know that I was incredibly amped for the Toadies.