Last Friday at Webster Hall, one of the city's half-most grossest venues that
ever once grossed (wif LI inspired bump-n-grind night clubbin' GOING OFF in the
basement while indiepunk toe tappin' OOZES THROUGHOUT the ginormo space
upstairs) the Dirty Jerz Band to Effing Obsess Over Of The '09, (DJBTEOOOT'09) THE
GASLIGHT ANTHEM, shimmied to and fro on stage, doin' The Garden State real proud-like.
Unusual x10 x10, Sperbers Sisters were there in full-effect! Trufe is, we haven't
gone to a rock show in 50-11 years. We're size small to medium lazey and
maje looped out of the modern good musics loop.

Sis Teet, Sis Aim and her man MattOwens (flash pioneer, sup) hoofed it to the
cheeze factory, all intentional-like, to watch these 4 babydudes/grown ass men
bring the rock. And to name-check it as the Most Superfun Fireball of Great
Musics and Tomfoolery (MSFOGMAT) would be an EGREGIOUS UNDERSTATEMENT!
Kids were going five-stars style BONX: climbing on each others heads, punching strangers,
belting lyrixes, shimmying thru early 90's style circle pitz and sneaking Bud
Light sippers. It was as if the majority of NJ's teen population had lied to
Mom-n-Dad and then secretly jammed outta their suburban palacial estates to see the
show; all under the guise of studying fer that ginormo Algebra II exam wif Aaron
and Brad. (Even though anyone paying close attention would know that Aaron and
Brad are both totes in Calculus, what gives!)

I mean, let's git down to brass tacks here people - THESE CHAPS TOTES KILLED IT!
They play this tuff-to-describe hybrid of soulful old regime rock (sup,
TomReplacementsWait) smooshed together wif the bestest parts of ruff-around-the-edgery
Jersey Shore frazzlepunk. Apparently they git semi-bummed when peeps incessantly mention
Bruce Springsteen while describing their band so we won't even ever once do that (cepta we
totes just did oops!) Long and short (and long) of it is this - the musics world
at large is lucky to have the Gaslight Anthem as a part of it, even if their name is
the 100% Bizzaro Lateral Swing Manifestation of the Already Established
Streetlight Manifesto (BLSMOTAESM).

So, not only did we actually on purposely leave BK at night but we bopped our
faces off, burned calories, insta-unburned those very same calories by guzzling Miller High
Life (Champagne of Beers, don't step!) but we also, fer the first time in a dog's age, felted hugely
inspired by musics again. Brian Fallon, grizzley voiced frontman, who fer a short stint lived
in our fantasy dreamscape hometown, explains our sisterly sentimentz most best when he
scraps it up singing: "This town pulls my heartstrings, I'm in love with the Shrewsbury stars."
Sup, Monmouth County (07701!) Born Genius (SMCBG).
Be our pal already.

In summing up, BELIEVE IT! 

In additionally summing up, KTHXAWSM.

In additionally additionally summing up, we totes can't believe Whitney Port and Jay Lyon
(code name: Australian Justin Bobby) broke up. Dude is so super cute!

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