The 930 Club normally accommodates its venue to accompany the artists playing, and as I entered the general admissions area, I noticed a cloud of ankle high fog with kaleidoscope-like lights dimmed to set the stage for STRFKR; the ambient, psychedelic, eclectic, slightly-creepy-but-entirely-awesome indie pop rock band.

Their sound is very popular among the “hipster” scene, which was evident by the amount of tall, skinny, white male college students wearing Warby Parker glasses in attendance. While sonically their synth-heavy melodies come off as sappy, hapless love songs, the topics and themes they choose to write about- such as death and suicide- can be pretty depressing. It does, however, make for great live music.

Small Black, a band plagued with painfully embarrassing stage presence and really annoying, whiny, nasally vocals, opened for the headliner. Their lead singer was really feminine and did this really awkward thing with his hands while singing. I was not a fan. Allen Harris on the other hand believes the band could make progress and learn from STRFKR.

After that hot mess, the anticipation for STRFKR reached its climax when a group of band members led by a man casually wearing a blouse prepared to take the stage.  This is STRFKR. While I heard their live shows could get a little weird, I wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen. STRFKR likes to incorporate props into their sets, which isn’t a groundbreaking idea in and of itself, but the props chosen left quite the impression. A few songs into their set, balloons started to rain from the ceiling, which was fun. But as the show progressed, the odder the props became. Balloons turned into sex dolls and crowd surfers from the audience (yours truly among them) were replaced by Astronauts sailing the sea of hands via a life raft. And if that wasn’t enough, men in bunny costumes took the stage and began “cat-daddying”. It was weird. I definitely recommend seeing them live.