I'm glad I caught Little Girls' set at The Great Hall on Thursday night. Josh McIntyre of Little Girls clued me in on a secret show, hosted above a hardware store on Queen Street the following day. A pretty hefty lineup was all set to play for 10 bucks a pop above the store, including Dirty Beaches, Red Mass, Crocodiles, and Makeout Videotape. Free beers from a keg and a whole slew of hipsters. It was like I was in college all over again. Nonetheless, I rolled into the party a touch late, crawled through the apartment window and onto the roof. Makeout Videotape had just begun playing, and I'm glad I didn't miss much of their drunken set. Irreverent in all of the best ways, the band put on one of the most entertaining five-song sets I've seen in a long while. Intro-ing each of their tracks with made up song titles was a winning strategy. Titles like, "The Underside of a Sweaty Foreskin" and "Taking a Hot Shit on a Huge Pussy" were winners, for certain. Of course, these aren't the titles on their debut album, Ying Yang, and the music is the most important, but guitarist/singer Mac DeMarco's delivery and shtick in between songs was hilarious. Musically, this is about as lo-fi and catchy as it can get, enveloped in major reverb and distortion; the fun-loving trio knows how to create dirty and rough-hewn hooks you'll be humming for hours. The band rather reminds me of Harlem's beginnings. Unprofessional, home-spun ethos. It was exactly what a rooftop party needed on Friday in Toronto. Check out the band's bandcamp site and stream/download the entire record. They've also toured recently with Japandroids, which I would have loved to catch. Two listens through this and it'll be one you purchase. I've also included two other drunken pictures I took just before my phone died. Included are two of the nice fellas of our new pals Tympanogram (I won't tell you which ones they are), and Dirty Beaches sitting at a lunch table enjoying some rooftop party grub. I'm creepy like that….Either way, none of these pics are worth a damn thing. It's just proof that bloggers are not always visually inclined.
Makeout Videotape – Baba Vanga


































