Shows are better when they’re free — Silversun Pickups play free this weekend in Berkeley!

I’d like to take a moment to apologize to all two of my devoted readers on this site '” I’ve just recently moved and, because of my dim-wit roommate, still do not have internet. I know you’ve missed my developing genius, and I’ve got something that I think you’ll really like geared up for this weekend.

If you know me, you know I love music. I love music so much that I’m willing to forgo a new dress, shoes or, hell, internet, to pay for a show. Even with this factor, I still find it hard to get obsessed with a band these days. I tend to listen to the same shit constantly, and I’m always finding great stuff. But somehow, its hard to tap that nerve in me that makes me go overboard. That is, with the exception of the Silversun Pickups.

I’ve been following this band for awhile, since they shot like a comet out of Silverlake in LA [AKA Hipsterville of the Americas]. Now, check it out, I’m not going to get on a fucking soap box and tell you that you should listen to this band, BUT LISTEN TO THIS BAND. Its loud, its a little too emotional, the lead singer sings like a girl, they have a really hot lady bassist…yadda yadda yadda.

So you probably aren’t looking to spend money on some intern’s band recommendation, but check it out  — you don’t have to! They will be making an appearance at Rasputin in Berkeley this weekend, where you can check them out in all their audacious loudness. Their new album, Swoon, came out on Tuesday and its epic. Its like the sound of the most beautiful girl you’ve ever dated crying. That didn’t even make sense. Just go to the fucking show. They will kill, I guarantee it. I’ll be the fat girl in the front dancing way too hard in the middle of the record store. 

PS: They are confirmed for the summer festival circuit, so if you don’t want to cough up $200+ to go see them, now is the time! 

Who: Silversun Pickups

What: A free show!

When: Saturday, April 18th, 4 p.m.

Where: Rasputin Records on Telegraph in Berkeley

Why: You like to watch little butterball interns lose their shit over ridiculously loud music. Or you want to meet me. Or you want to try to fuck a really hot bassist.