BFF are--hands down--the greatest indie band I've seen since Pavement or The Bobcats. Play this post loud. Play this post fun.
The poprock threesome from Minneapolis ran the Post-Tingle dance on Saturday night, and those girls can host a party. They can really put a song together. You wanna talk about catchy! You wanna talk about upbeat! You wanna talk about deceptively simple instrumentation and complex syncopation matched with counterpoint vocalization!
You wanna talk about whistling!
In the beginning of the show Brianna writhed on the catwalk while Jessie danced and hummed. They wore those baggie skirts with pants underneath and legwarmers over their pants, and Brianna played guitar with gloves on. Dang!
It's hard to rock the cute stuff and still rock, but BFF managed to make Sarah McLachlan look butch. Ice cream? Forget about it; they sang about taking a bullet for Abraham Lincoln (Civil War buffs? Get outta town! "Everybody loves that song," Brianna told me when I complimented her on it.), and about how maybe they would date you if you acted excited enough. They encouraged you to whistle while they played.
When you dance to our music
I feel better about myself
And when you smile when I'm singing
I want to live, I don't want to die.
[. . .]
When Brianna shakes her ass
All the boys should shake theirs too
And if you shake yours hard enough
she might go out with you.
If you think Jessie is tops
Then repeat after me.
When I say "too cool" you say "four cool."
Too Cool!
FOUR COOL!
That is 100% correct.
I used to call my band Foxy, but I think I'll change the name to My Little Pony. The way I see it, street tough is out. Sweet tough is the newest in ooh-la-la.