Saw Dreamdecay and Daughters last night. Dreamdecay’s most recent album, YÚ, has been in regular rotation in my playlists ever since I discovered it earlier this year. They did not disappoint live. Daughters on the other hand - while boasting fancy pedal boards and even fancier haircuts - wasn’t interesting enough for me to even stick around for the whole set. I could go on a rant about how this is not really music, and certainly not rock music, and that this whole scene epitomizes what it means to be a poser, but I’ll just leave it at, “Get off my lawn.”