So I arrived at Terminal 5 this past Thursday an hour prior to doors, as I always do. I had just finished a diet Monster, so at this point I'm fucked up on taurine and ready to rock my balls off for Night Terrors Of 1927
, and Bleachers
. Much to my dismay, however, there was a logistics snafu that resulted in myself and some other photographers being held at the door until minutes before the first act. This put a strange filter on what would become an even stranger night.
Slightly perturbed, I made my way to the photo pit just before Night Terrors opened up, Taylor Swifting my bad mood off and getting settled. They burst onto the stage and I was instantly cured of my malaise, focusing instead on vocalist Jarrod Gorbel's powerful and cinematic vocals. The former 'The Honorary Title' frontman marched around the stage, stopping only for picturesque poses during which he belted an emphatic line or stared out into the crowd triumphantly. Other leading member Blake Sennett (formerly of Rilo Kiley
), held it down on stage right, whipping his guitar around feverishly and manipulating his edgy one-sided hairdo with textbook precision. Their set was fantastic, concluding with an energetic performance of the epic, movie-credits-esque "Dust And Bones."
I wasn't too keen on Night Terrors before attending this show. They have a massive, stadium-ready sonic aesthetic that shines in a live setting, however, and they've turned me into a fan as a result.
Joywave's turn. From the very back (my photo pass was only good for NTO1927) I watched Joywave kill it with their groove-heavy synth-pop dance tracks. By the time they closed with "Tongues," the floor was slippery with sweat and pulsing from the uncontrollable dancing.
Slightly buzzed and eagerly awaiting Bleachers' set, I must've been radiating some sort of sensual energy, because a beautiful brunette -- we'll call her 'A' -- rolled up on me, gingerly pulled my face close to hers and said, "Do you have any weed?" I generally pass on grass, so I said, "no," and when she continued glaring into my eyes, I realized that her solicitation was in fact a pick up line. We talked for about 60 seconds before ravenously making out and making everyone in the vicinity deeply uncomfortable.
'A' brought me to meet the friends, giving me an excuse to obnoxiously push past people and gain decent floor positioning for the main event. Jack Antonoff and crew finally strolled out to riotous applause and put on a truly incredible performance. Making out while Bleachers played "Rollercoaster" was the highlight of the night, until making out while Bleachers covered Kanye West's
"Only One" took its place. 'A' took breaks from me at times to snog with her girlfriends, but I was able to look past her adulterous behavior and enjoy the moment. The final track was the appropriate "Wild Heart," and after screaming my lungs out in adoration for Bleachers, I bid my concert girlfriend adieu and trudged home.
It was a long night. But aside from the gnarly hickey painted on my neck and the aggravation early on, it was also a great one. And 'A,' if you're reading this, call me.
Watch Night Terrors of 1927's video for "Dust And Bones" and Bleachers' video for "Rollercoaster" below.