The lead singer of Chrome Pony announced himself as such; he was dapperly dressed in a pea coat, slacks, and a tie. With the shades he donned, he looked like an agent from the Matrix, sent down to police the assembled masses by subduing them with sludgy dance music. By the time that he covered "Nightclubbing," making the titular event sound absolutely like something I would never want to do, I was half-convinced that my own fantasy was true.

The band was large: three guitars, a bassist, a female vocalist, drummer and Chrome Pony himself. They created an interlocking sound that made it hard to tell which guitarist was playing what; but it didn't matter too much. Chrome Pony was in the business of making large, sweeping moments, and in that he/them succeeded entirely. The band's sound seemed to be delivered through Chrome Pony with a sort of righteous zeal; the inability to see his eyes behind the shades made the act even more "other" from us. And that's the way they liked it, it seems. Impressive mix of sound and event.

(They went on last night; I didn't get to their post because I had to go catch my ride. And, you know, sleep.)