Last night's I Am Kloot/Apostle of Hustle/Stars show at the Merc was proof that indie kids will brave a 29 degree drop in temperature, blustery winds from the Northeast and sheer ice out on the sidewalks (folks, someone bailed out right in front of us. Arts & Crafts legal department, are you listening?) for some good ole twinkle pop.
We missed I Am Kloot so we'll just skip that and talk about Apostle's Andrew Whiteman and the fact that he was wearing a pair of pinstriped brown suit pants and his bassist was wearing a pinstriped brown suit jacket. Coincidence or Statement Of Band Unity Through Fashion? We don't know. Whiteman has perfected the soul 'stached (No. Really.) hip swizzle, which was awfully satisfying in a darkly sexual sort of way. Also there was some late-set flamenco dancing which had the fearless cheesiness of, like, a Carnival cruise boat docked at Cabo San Lucas, i.e. it was amazing.
Stars were great and sounded like Stars but there were no castanets or anything so we left early.
