The Postelles are another coolly dressed, young and good-looking New York four-piece getting a lot of buzz in all those blogs and magazines that "matter." That makes them sound kind of douchey, but actually their music is eminently likable. The band overall has a kind of vibe similar to the Virgins -- more young, stylish New Yorkers playing rock and roll -- with songs about the sort of gutter-glamour that is the downtown NYC lifestyle. The lyrics of the song, below, deal with the anxiety that comes after a "white night" -- if you need a more explicit explanation of that, don't worry about it.
|photo by Danny Clinch|
And Club 50 at the Viceroy, where the Postelles play tonight, is definitely not the typical local venue for an indie rock show. It's the kind of louche, in-your-face move I can imagine the Virgins making. But, okay, the Postelles don't really sound like the Virgins; all those comparisons I've just made are superficial at best. The Postelles, rather, play a way more stripped-down rock (none of that Virgin-al punk-funk flair) that is poppy and simple, but just rough enough around the edges. It's not entirely unlike Japanese Motors (but without all those West Coasters' surf-y touches), or maybe the Cribs (also not from New York). Anyways, its' easily digested, so chew and swallow the MP3 below.
Oh yes, and although Club 50 is Miami Brickell-y swank to the max, this show is free, most importantly with free booze courtesy of Jose Cuervo Platino from 8 to 10 p.m. This is an open call for the great unwashed masses to invade the place tonight. Um, you were supposed to RSVP by yesterday, apparently, but if you're used to Miami-style freeloading, you should be able to talk your away past that requirement.