Because of some unfortunate hex put on his life by disdainful heavens, the closest Schnipper got to the Girls show at Bowery Ballroom on Friday was a lot of text messages from the rest of us about how he was not getting in. So instead he got really drunk. One of the beers tasted like undertow, still he drank it. Fuck it, it's a life. He missed Tough Knuckles, that show's opener, but because he loves punishment, thought he should see what he missed. We could've just told him he missed sweet piano lo-fi pop. If some sliver of our jobs involves being oracles, we're predicting a hearty future. Dude's got an LP out, the cover art is a pencil drawing of his face. He also has the best stage presence since Woody Allen. Pick it up at the cool store. We're gonna.