Dressy Bessy were an accidental show, They're a bit older, and unfortunately it shows.  Old James is actually a neighbor's band, which we only found out about when he said hi to us as we walked up to Iron Gate.  Their set was energetic, and their antics were awesome.   Their music is pretty straightforward punkish rock, which was infectious and fun.  Ruby Isle has been on my radar since their series of Elbo.ws covers.  I hadn't yet had a chance to seek out their original tunes, but it's just as well.  The tiny bar with the low ceiling and their crazy antics was the best possible way to experience them.  Despite the small venue and crowd, they were having a blast splicing the robotic apocalypse into the 80's.  They had synchronized karate kicks, a stepladder, and all manor of hilarious antics that knocked over most of their equipment due to the crampt quarters.  It was a blast, and the best show yet, although the night just kept getting better.

Waterloo Records: Telepathe, Handsome Furs

We got to Waterloo early, anticipating a crowd for Handsome Furs.  Turns out it was unnecessary, but after missing their morning show while waiting in line outside Club De Ville, we figured it was better safe than sorry.  Telepathe were a cute enough electroclash duo, and they gave us a free mixtape (on CD), and put on an enjoyable set.  Handsome Furs are a husband and wife electroclash duo featuring one of the singers from Wolf Parade.  While I passed on their first album as wolf-parade-lite, I forgot what a showman Dan is.  Even as exhasuted as they looked, they still gave the set everything they had, and it was absolutely engrossing.  His wife shows an equal amount of energy, bouncing, and playing with one foot out behind her,

Tombs at Room 710

To be honest, I wasn't prepared for Tombs.  Their show was during the normal dinner hour, and across town from Waterloo.  Their music is long-form, and immersive, which I enjoy a lot in my headphones, but I wasn't quite ready to absorb live.  Room 710 is an odd venue, you have to walk up one side of the bar, across the back, and down the other side.  After they loaded the gear in, the closed the door and killed all but a few bulbs on stage.  The bassist snarled at us as he looked about to beat us with his instrument, as the singer bellowed out the lyrics without acknowledging us.  The music is intense and swirling, and builds at epic length, to beautful and brutal peaks.

The Rosebuds at Momo's

The Rosebuds were the first line we had to wait in for people to come out of the show.  I don't know if this means we have obscure taste, or just the dedication to show up early.  Rosebuds were completely worth the wait, though.  Their songs feel like maritime drinking songs, replete with gang vocals in the chorus.  The crowd sang along on most of the songs, adding to the anthemic feel.  The singer/keyboardist had on a fantastic dress, and danced among the crowd playing tambourine when she wasn't singing.  After their main set, they came down and played a final song in the midst of the crowd with an accordion and an acoustic guitar and got the whole crowd to dance with them.It was charming and beautiful, and probably the set for which I knew the most songs.

Kittens Ablaze at Wave

I honestly had no idea what to expect from Kittens Ablaze.  the songs I'd heard could have been the work of an orchestra or a one man band, and it's all too unhinged to be sure.  They are a 5-piece: a drummer who sings lead, a bassist who fronts, but sings backup, a pair of guitarist/keyboardists, and a cellist and a violinist.  They shot confetti into the audience, and played their hearts out, despite playing on a tiny makeshift stage cut in half by a fake palm tree.  Their songs are folky, yet catchy, silly and energetic.  Their audience started with a half dozen people who seemed to have little in common, and ended with everyone in the bar.  They defied the impromptu setting with clear sonics, and earnest performance that rewarded them with new fans.