From the second you walked in the door of The Granada Theater the teenage angst in the crowd was palpable. As the last opener left the stage, the impatience to hear the headliner was slowly increasing and you knew the instant one chord was played all hell would break loose. The audience looked exactly like you would expect the fan-base of an American indie rock band to look like. There were enough denim jackets with patches and camo print to last a lifetime.
The frontman of The Front Bottoms, Brian Sella, began their set by introducing his “father” (not really his father) to the crowd. As his “father” waved to the sea of super-fans familiar with The Front Bottoms discography, everyone knew what song was about to be played. As the crowd finished yelling their greetings, Father from their self-titled album, The Front Bottoms started playing. The energy of the show started off high and never tapered down. From the first note until the end of the encore, listeners were dancing, crowd surfing, and singing along to every lyric.
If you’re one to spend a large amount of your free time listening to The Front Bottoms you’ll probably come to the show with a long list of songs you desperately need to hear live. According to those most emotionally involved, this list included The Plan (F*ck Jobs), Ginger, Maps, Flashlight, HELP, and Laugh Till I Cry. If your dream setlist included those songs, you surely walked out of The Granada high on the fumes of rock songs past.
The Front Bottoms, an indie-rock band borne out of New Jersey, supply listeners with a very real and very raw depiction of life. Every song is filled with honest thoughts that everybody must think at one time or another, but never have the guts to say out loud. When it comes to the music, however, The Front Bottoms introduce sounds that might be labeled anything other than real. Along with a few guitars, keys, and a drum kit, they also incorporate a trumpet into many of their songs, causing the music to become epically danceable, and unforgivingly entertaining.
While the end of the show grew closer and closer and Brian started making hints towards every song possibly being their last, the crowd was not finished. The band walked off the stage, the lights turned low, and the audience began begging for “just one more song.” Although another hour long set would have been preferred, The Front Bottoms finished the show right with 12 Feet Deep and Twin Sized Mattress. A hundred sweaty bodies then filed out the door of The Granada looking for trouble and singing,
“Ladies and gentlemen
the DJ just threw up
on the dance floor
Party is over
It’s time to go
It’s time to go”.