In what proved to be a dark respite from the incessant sunshine of St. Louis summer, the Antlers delivered their brand of sepulchral pop to a packed house at the Firebird on Friday.

At 9 p.m., while most St. Louisans were cooling down after a long day in the Show-Me (the Heat) State, many music lovers were just warming up for the She Wants Revenge and Nico Vega concert at the Firebird.

The gritty twang of Holly Golightly and Lawyer Dave certainly inspired some boot stomping on a Tuesday night.

The oft-repeated theme of Here We Go Magic is one of creating something beautiful despite seemingly limited circumstances, Saturday's show at the Firebird being no exception.

On the first of May, St. Louis songsters and lovers young and old huddled in the Firebird, warm and sheltered from the rain, swigging Stella, awaiting a performance from Slow Runner and the iconic William Fitzsimmons.

After the epic weekend of tornadoes and storms I went to sit in on the El Ten Eleven concert to get some peace this past Monday night.

Truth be told, I went to the Firebird last night to see Freelance Whales, and not the headliner, Foals. What can I say? I like Foals, but I'm a sucker for a banjo. But getting down and dirty with Foals changed everything for me. The whole night rocked.

Foals played a sold-out show at the Firebird on Saturday night. Freelance Whales and the Naked and the Famous opened the bill.

Everyone knows to seek shelter during a tornado warning, so as soon as the sirens began to wail we took cover at the Firebird to weather the storm with In Tall Buildings, Lord Huron and the Rural Alberta Advantage.

With stage smoke leaving a layer of haze in the Firebird on Thursday night, the the Black Lips combed through the fog and unleashed their in your face garage rock style for an appreciative crowd.

All photos by Nate Burrell. See more at my Flickr Stream.