- Bryan Moore
- Margot and the Nuclear So & So's performing at Earth House Collective
Earth House Collective
Saturday, July 14
Another hot summer night at the Earth House, but the sweat was worth it for Gentleman Caller, Now, Now and Margot and the Nuclear So & So's. It was a night of hometown heroes. Gentleman Caller took the stage at 7:30 and played a quick but rocking 30-minute set. Later in the evening, Richard Edwards would boast them as his favorite band of all time. If you've been in or around Bloomington—where these guys are from—you've no doubt seen them play several times. They’ll have a new album released on vinyl through Margot's label in September. Keep an eye out for that.
Now, Now took the stage at 8:15 and played until 9: they were just in Indianapolis to open for the sold-out Fun. show exactly one month ago. Their on-stage banter is a little forced, but their music is totally interesting—really intelligent. They know exactly what they're doing with sound: taking it to the extreme in a way that you’re not sure you'll like, and then you do—you like it a lot.
The members of Margot and the Nuclear So and So's had been buzzing around the venue all night; these guys are from Indianapolis, so they’re recognized here—well respected. Their songs are largely about this city: it's like watching a movie about the place that you're in—knowing that to everyone else, in every other part of the world, it's quaint and far-off, but for you, it's a little bit more real. They were both rocking and orchestral: representative of their entire body of work.
And they interacted with the crowd, even when the crowd was a little immature. Remember, it was hot—heavy heat. “I wish I was not wearing pants, also. This is why I love playing in Indiana: all kinds of crazy requests,” said Richard Edwards in response to an audience memeber. The keyboard sound was almost reminiscent of Prince at times. They played songs from their newest album, Rot Gut, Domestic, along with plenty of older hits. “Tiny Vampire Robot” sounded amazing, as did “A Journalist Falls in Love with Death Row Inmate #16,” toward the end of the night. Appropriately, the audience helped them with an encore of “Broadripple is Burning.” And everyone felt like they had helped write that song: like they were in it.