Last night at the Mercury Lounge, after buying a Los Fieros Furnaces t-shirt with Shrek and Homer Simpson playing bongos on it and ordering a liquory drink we normally wouldn't, we watched the Friedbergers play through their new album Widow City in front of about 100 people (mostly dudes mostly looking at Eleanor), which in our estimation was like watching Rush if Geddy Lee were much prettier, combed his bangs down and played a Sadie Hawkins dance where most of the girls didn't show up. Shit was weird, but Fiery Furnaces, we'll assume, like it that way, and when they broke into "My Egyptian Grammar," which on record is spare and cheesily orchestral but live is like Led Zeppelin writing a Motown song, we were like YES MORE JAMS. But mostly the jams were jams within jams, riffs breaking into organ squalls peppered with drum fills. Not that we're totally mad or surprised by that, but sometimes we just want to hold onto one groove so our laptop bag isn't swinging around taking chunks out of peoples' outfits. Also, we took some photos of Matthew but they were blurry. He looked sharp though.