Vampire Weekend Vampires This Weekend at Stubb's
Last year—oh last year, so long ago!—everyone was wondering whether this little Afro-appreciating/appropriating gang of preppies from Brooklyn had any chance of sticking around, or if their stay in the sun-drenched graces of the cool was destined to become as laughable to all as their ever-popped collars and cashmere cardigans are to anyone who, it turns out, doesn’t dig on that sort of thing. Well, now it’s this year, and though the sailboat persona both ironically and unironically embodied by the New Yorker-four is cruising just as strong as ever, and is still as magnetic for shot in the dark criticisms as ever (note: all the easy ways there are to make fun of them), it turns out the instantly-catchy pop delight of their self-titled first album was no flash in the pan—their second album, Contrathough not as sweetly lovable, shows they are here to stay, and, in fact, may be becoming more talented by the minute. So if you want to sing along to a bunch of great ditties (surely you know most all the words, yes?), stroll on down to Stubb’s, where you can enjoy the fruits of their labor. Of course, you’ll have to buy your ticket from someone on the street, or via other means (ugh, Craig's List to the rescue again), because, dear lass or lad, this puppy is straight hella sold out.



