Wolf Parade

Tonight we checked out the Wolf Parade concert at HoB. Incredibly it looked half-full at best, which was very strange given Wolf Parade's prominence in the indie scene. Perhaps I'm not the only one around who isn't a huge fan of their albums post-Apologies to the Queen Mary. In any case, the opener was this hilarious and awesome pop-dance band from Tokyo called the Moools (yes, with three o's). The drummer looked 50 years old, and the lead singer could barely speak any english, but his crazy afro hair and totally uninhibited rock dance style (including on three occasions picking up the harmonica, wiping it off like he was going to go crazy on it, then playing a single note and letting it slide out of from his hand and drop to the ground) was infectious and the crowd grew to love him. He wasn't much of a singer, but he more than made up for it with his unbridled enthusiasm for, well, everything ("I love Red Sox").

Wolf Parade then put on a surprisingly good show in which I very much enjoyed their newer stuff that I hadn't been a huge fan of, and then in general didn't like what they played from their original album that I love so much. Very strange, but I'm glad the show wasn't a big bore like I had thought it might.