Yesterday was cold and wet and I didn't have a walk to McLeod in me; so I saw Ra Ra Riot instead at King Cobra, which is an odd amalgamation of too pretty and understated neglect. Ever since I saw them a couple autumns ago at CMJ they felt like secret special favorites and I remained endeared by them. I like this picture because with six people packed onto a small stage, they're constantly orbiting around and leaning into each other, exuding emotion without trafficking in cheap sentimentality. Still, with all of their touchy-feely onstage antics, I sort of imagine the band living together in some sort of upstate cuddle party commune.
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