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Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Burt Bacharach.

The following artists didn’t catch M.I.A. flipping off the cameras during the halftime show either last night, so, here’s that. (Like, it’s cool and all, but it also comes off as pretty conceited if there’s no real point to it.)

The Darkness (@darknessactual), Foxy Shazam (@foxyshazam) @ Paradise, 2.3.12: It was a dark (derp) day back in 2006 when frontman Justin Hawkins suddenly left The Darkness, leaving behind the lavish glam, but irresistible charm, of his English rock band. Now, after a six-year hiatus, the Darkness is back in action, ready to conquer the world with classic rock chords and froufrou scarves once more. Supported by the equally chic Foxy Shazam, the Paradise was easily the most metrosexual place in Boston Friday night.

The Kills (@thekillsfans), Jeff the Brotherhood (@JEFFbrotherhood), Hunters (@huntershunters) @ Royale, 2.3.12: Too hip duo Alison “VV” Mosshart and Jamie “Hotel” Hince make up the Kills, keeping things simple, but engaging, with their garage rock sounds. I find it interesting that duos are some of the most complete-sounding bands of the last decade (White Stripes, Crystal Castles, Death From Above 1979, etc.), proving that less really is more. Except, of course, if you’re talking about money, sex, or Taco Bell; then you’re just full of shit.

Charles Bradley & His Extraordinaires (@charles_bradley), Little Barrie (@littlebarrie) @ Brighton Music Hall, 2.4.12: It’s surprising to find that Charles Bradley has only started to release music in 2002, partially due to his age, but also due to his skill as a singer. Bradley has the howl of a seasoned vet, and one would probably be inclined to believe him if he claimed to share the stage with the likes of Al Green and Otis Redding. Never to late to try? You bet.

Soft Pyramids (, Sinnet (, Diamond Mines (@diamondmines), One Happy Island ( @ Middle East Upstairs, 2.4.12: One regrettable constant you’ll find in the fabulous world of Indie is jadedness: plucky twenty-somethings who know they’re better than you because of a daily iced-macchiato and a Guardian feed in their browser. So when Indie acts come along and retain a sense of discovery/wonder in their music, much like the groups playing the MidEast Upstairs Saturday night, it’s enough to set the world right. Erik from Mean Creek was working the door and a fan. Doesn’t hurt that they’re all catchy as hell, either.


A self-described melomaniac from New York, he loves Crystal Castles and hates jellybeans.

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