[DISCLAIMER: 2006 was a crazy year, by anyone's standards. We listened to a lot of music, saw a lot of bands, and drank a lot of booze. Subsequently, some of rock 'n' roll documentation was lost in the fray. Here are some long lost reviews, photos and good times that should have seen the light of day.]
PHOTOS: ABBEY BRADEN
Gee, I had always wondered what Beatlemania had been like for normal people in the '60s. Now I know. I have never, ever, in my life (and this is from a man who had his share of mainstream pop obsessions throughout the '90s) heard so many girls scream simultaneously and with such intensity in my life. As soon as the gangly, cherub-faced frontman Luke Pritchard ambled onstage and began the show with their album opener, "Seaside", the Bowery Ballroom went ABSOLUTELY MENTAL and sang every single word. And then sang the song after that. And after that. And after that. Have you ever seen that MTV Unplugged Dashboard Confessional concert? Same basic idea, less hoodies and eyebrow piercings.
"Naive", "Ooh La", "She Moves In Her Own Way", "You Don't Love Me", "Eddie's Gun", "Sofa Song"... the band played just about every song off of the album of a thousand (or actually, erm, 14) hits, Inside In/Inside Out, to the complete ecstasy of their rabid fanbase. For a band who have never played New York before, it was utter mayhem.
