future.jpgOne of the most energetic and memorable concerts I've ever attended in New York City was Bloc Party at the Roxy for Motherfucker. They were just starting to emerge as the indie powerhouse they've become, and in a Presidents day snowstorm in Chelsea, the traditionally sour and indifferent crowd was more riled up than any I had ever experienced at a NY indie rock show. I still hear people wax poetic about how they wish "Every show could be Bloc Party at Motherfucker." It was really that great.

When I first heard the Futureheads were set to play the Motherfucker 4th of July party, I couldn't have been more excited. Here's a band I have loved live, but hadn't seen play in over a year. The last time was on the main stage at Coachella, where they delivered one of the best performances of the festival. I knew this would be different. A crammed nightclub where the stage seemed like an afterthought. A new album I wasn't very familiar with. There were a lot of wildcards, but I kept my expectations high. And they delivered.

Maybe it was the new songs, or maybe it was the coke and redbull crowd who was ready to jump around to anything. But this almost felt like a straight punk show. Due to the poor sound, the harmonial separation of the vocals that they're known for was limited. The complicated instrumentation was somewhat lost. The energy, however, was unparalleled. Like with Bloc Party, the crowd and the band kept feeding off each other, pushing the other to respond harder with each song, all leading up to their best song, Manray, as the closer. When they were done, the crowd was a bit dizzy but not defeated. Two transvestites took the stage and made some requisite jokes about boot licking and the night went on. It all went by real fast, but it was real good. Different than any other time I've seen them play, but as enjoyable as anything I had been to all year.