If you were looking to relax from your work week, hanging out at Valentine’s last night was definitely not going to help you find anything remotely close to calm solace, to say the least. The bill for this show garnished a necessary, chaotic, pick-me-up many had been waiting for all month. For those anticipating kicking the weekend off on a weird, PBR-and-synth-infused note, Valentine’s was the place to be. Sweaty, loud and packed to nearing capacity.
photo: andrew franciosa
Upon arriving at Valentine’s, scoping out the crucial (upstairs or downstairs?) and haphazardly ducking up the stairs and into the crowd, it dawned on me fairly quickly that I’d be kicking myself later for forgetting my earplugs.
The only normalcy of this evening was that the show took some time to get off on its feet. An hour plus in and the first and only band to grace the actual stage got started. Everything else about last night as a whole felt weird, or at least a little bit off, to me. Good weird or bad weird, musically for me it varied, but I’ll leave it up to you.