Peoples, tonight at Luna Lounge it was like Sweden abandoned it's traditional neutrality and invaded the fuck out of New York. For the second night in a row, The Shout Out Louds jangled through a set of pleasant, clean, and at times, uplifting rock music. Good set - not great. Decent crowd but nothing special (word is: last night's show was more of a burner). And Luna Lounge has about as much personality as box of Wheat Thins. The stage is too broad and the room too vaulted. It's like the Boy Scout Assembly Hall went out of business and 50,000k worth of covered, colored lamps and tapestries were shotgunned onto the walls. Is this a rock venue? I. Am. Not. Sure.

Big thanks to Elizabeth ( www.elizabethweinberg.com) who took the photos tonight (including the one above) and was also on time while I was horrifically late. Look for the full review and photo slideshow later this week on the main page. I mean, it's already written in my head but if you try to go in and get it, I will mind-slap you in the face. Get up to get down, Brooklyn.

Labels: shicka-shicka-shout out louds