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Photos By Clarissa Villondo, Words By Tam Sackman

This was one of the best programmed lineups 9:30 has produced.

Sun Club left the crowd saying “uh, sure” after their 30 minutes of screaming like feral children (feral children with a Cali vibe, that is) and jumping around the stage in a similar manner. It wasn’t bad, it was just incredibly, incredibly weird. It was pretty cool how the two guitarists and keyboardist/various other instrumentalist switched off as lead singer, often within the same song.

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Lady Lamb was next. Disclaimer: she is my favorite artist in America and probably the world right now. After is a perfect album. This is the second time I’ve seen her at 9:30 Club, and each time I think I’m prepared for the flood of emotions that hit me when she takes the stage, but once again, I was not. Her set was much too short, and she played the most wicked solo from “Bird Balloons” off of 2013’s Ripely Pine, but mostly stuck to newer songs off this year’s After. Aly Spaltro is an incredibly talented guitarist and singer, but I wish she interacted with the crowd (specifically me) more. However, her music is so exhaustively intimate in the best way that may be asking a bit too much.

Lady Lamb

I knew of a few of The Districts’ songs before this show, but nothing could have prepared me for this performance. I hate using the term “giving it their all” but this band fucking delivered. They did this thing that I couldn’t get enough of which was lifting their guitars as high as possible right before the crescendo of their choruses (and trust me, there were plenty of ….crescendi….?) and then throwing it down forcefully right before they… I guess dropped is the word. Then they would run around on stage like they were straight up possessed and hit an invisible wall at the end of the stage that thrust them back on. It was such a passionate performance, the kind that makes you remember that shows cost money and if they aren’t all on this level, they’re not worth it. And their music, though a lot of it sounds pretty similar, doesn’t get old. During the final song of their encore, a bunch of dads standing near me started a moshpit (I’ve been calling it a dadpit). I ended the night getting punched by a bunch of dads. It was fantastic.

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