When I set out to cover one band only to have my heart stolen by the opening act, it's hard not to feel a certain measure of guilt. Alas, this is exactly the predicament in which I found myself Monday night as Austra captivated before Cold Cave's performance at essay writers the Firebird. Is this betrayal or discovery?
(of a song) like an anthem in being rousing or uplifting.
See also: F*cked Up at the Firebird on Friday, July 1, 2011.
I will readily admit that I had my doubts about Friday night's show at Off Broadway. Tobacco -- moog-minded frontman of Black Moth Super Rainbow, Tom Fec -- immediately struck me as a poor fit for the Lemp Ave. mainstay, which tends to shy away from experimental or electronic artists in favor of Midwestern rock and acoustic acts catering to the 30-something set.