Fillmore

I have never had anything against going to concerts. The problem is that the majority of my favorite musical groups — the Four Seasons, ABBA, the Supremes — are either dead or broken up.

On Saturday night, you may have entered the Fillmore thinking it was 2018 — but with the neon pink chandeliers, smells of cigarettes and Houndmouth’s performance, it felt like you had time traveled to the late ‘70s.

While other tracks from the new album would have given audiences a taste of the Fratellis’ evolved and more serious sound, the band chose to play it safe.

Nikki Jones still remembers as a teenager witnessing her sister’s ex-boyfriend being arrested by the police — he was one of the guys selling nickel bags of weed on the corner.

In an interview with the Daily Californian, UC Berkeley alumnus Giraffage talks how he leverages introversion to create a unique sound.

Everyone was in motion, belting out choruses alongside Jackson’s smooth singing, making the floor give with the weight of their jumping.

In any case, this is no week for staying in — almost every night offers something you won’t want to miss.

You know a band has made it not when it garners wild cheers during its choruses, but when the crowd goes silent for the quieter interludes.

The majority of its music sits comfortably in the limbo between the pop and rock genres — too alternative to be pop, too flamboyant to be rock and roll.