Next up was Short Pants Romance at The Silver Dollar. I’m just going to come out and say it: What a terrible band name! I had given their MySpace a quick listen though, and it sounded promising. Turns out you can’t judge a book by its cover I guess, because Short Pants Romance got up and played a blistering set of retro-punk fronted by an adorable female singer who ruled the room in her own passive kind of way. She was wandering around through the crowd or even just sitting on the edge of the stage while singing. Their guitarist — in full Wes Anderson garb and aping all kinds of Costello moves (think of the My Aim Is True album cover but with more spitting) — was a blast as well.
http://twowaymonologues.com/2011/03/14/cmw-night-4-zoobombs-the-shakey-aches-and-more/
