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Song Of The Day: Ha Ha Tonka – Race To The Bottom

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I don’t know if any other bands are competing in the very specific category of whimsically witty, geographically themed names, but Ha Ha Tonka‘s killing it in my book. Originally named “Amsterband”, the indie rockers are named after the Ha Ha Tonka state park in Missouri, a nod to their southern roots. The band is coming to DC9 on June 14th to share their emotionally charged, narrative driven, southern-indie rock with the District. Give them a listen and then check …

Concert Review: Pool Holograph, Sports, BRONCHO, November 5, Empty Bottle

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Saturday night at the Empty Bottle started out with local foursome Pool Holograph. The group led off the night with jangling guitars and a thumping bass line – a sound reminiscent of 90’s alt-punk, but with a crisper and cleaner sound. The group played a collection of tracks from their 2015 album Mortals and their older self titled EP. By far the highlight of the set was the audience participation – the lead singer handed off a tambourine to an …

Concert Review: Ra Ra Riot, Young the Giant, November 4, Aragon Theater

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Sometimes you build things up in your head for a long time and they totally disappoint you. And sometimes they still totally blow you away. Halley went to see Ra Ra Riot three years ago and came away gushing on and on about how amazing they were and how badass the female stand up cello player was. I finally got to see them Friday night at the Aragon Theater in Chicago, and I was totally blown away despite my high …

Concert Review: Bad Suns, October 28, Double Door

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There is no time in life when I would be excited to stand behind a screaming 19 year old dressed in a banana suit besides on Halloween weekend at the Double Door hosting Bad Suns. When you’re watching a quartet of brootiful men with a shiny metallic sun make infectious indie pop onstage under a moving disco ball, really a screaming 19 year old in a banana suit is just appropriate ambiance. I spent the first thirty minutes of the …