The last chord of British Sea Power’s set at Bowery Ballroom was probably still ringing as we jumped in a cab to Studio B to catch New Young Pony Club at Studio B. It had been a long day already and at 1am I was seriously fading. But I loved NYPC when they played at Williamsburg’s White Room last December and was really looking forward to seeing them at what I thought would be the perfect party house venue for them.
For nearly everyone in the room, it was a total dance floor stormer. The place was going mental even without the near constant cheerleadering of singer Tahita Butler and the unexpected note-for-note cover of Technotronic’s "Pump Up the Jam" sent the crowd over the edge. For me, the muddy sound (could not hear Spence’s guitar at all, though it could’ve been my ears, damaged by Biffy Clyro’s set at the Fader Sideshow earlier that day) and my waning energy level had something to do with it. There was also the pervasive, putrid smell of vomit — provided, I’m guessing by the passed out girl by the railings — that helped to sour the evening for me. But even a year later, "Ice Cream" was still pretty sweet.