I texted my brother (as I often do during some of the random shows I end up at) to tell him that he needed to check out this headliner, Jeff Rosenstock. Little did I know, Hayden already knew all about Jeff Rosenstock because, well, I’m an idiot and didn’t realize that Jeff Rosenstock is also known as the singer of Bomb The Music Industry!, The Arrogant Sons of Bitches and has worked with many other bands that I love. Where in the hell have I been? Jeff is a beast of a man. It seems like everything he touches turns to gold and his solo project is no different.

As the first note of Jeff’s set rang through the packed venue, the crowd went off and started pushing and shoving to the music. The energy in the room was electric and everyone seemed to be having a great time (although there was one drunk who was getting a bit handsy with a female in the front row and got kicked out after the band stopped mid song to address the situation.). The crowd never really settled down and Jeff had to urge them to stop pushing towards the front as the poor kids in the front row were taking a beating.

Jeff’s music, which features an absolutely fabulous backing band, is upbeat but with more emotion than some of the saddest, slowest songs you’ve ever heard. Some of his music has a ska feel to it, some of it a skate punk feel to it, and other songs sound straight off your 2004 mixtape of angsty pop punk music. Regardless of what feeling the song conveys, the crowd, and band members, seemed to take it in/ perform it with gratitude and love.

It’s hard to put a feeling like the feeling in The Entry last night into words. Everything about the night was messy. The crowd, the music, the stage, it just felt messy but that was exactly how it needed to be. It felt genuine and raw but polished at the same time. Even with the mess of it all, it was truly beautiful and, in such a hectic time with today being election day and all, it was exactly what the hyped up crowd seemed to need.

As if being able to see Jeff Rosenstock wasn’t enough for me to handle in one night (once I figured out who the hell he was), Hard Girls was one of the opening acts and I always really enjoy getting to see them live.

The last time I saw these guys was when they opened up for The Smith Street Band a couple of months ago. They caught me off guard that night and when I saw they were coming back through, I just had to go.

Hard Girls has a very punk sound to them while still hanging onto a bit of the pop-punk feel (think The Menzingers). Their short and sweet songs are typically fast and honest. They are the type of songs that you find yourself jumping around in a mosh pit full of strangers even if you don’t know the music. It’s the kind of music that makes you feel something, doesn’t matter what it is, but it’s something just because it is performed with conviction.

The first band to take the stage was Katie Ellen (no, none of the members are named Katie so the question remains, who the hell is Katie Ellen?). This four piece from New York was definitely the calmest band (musically) of the night but that didn’t mean there was a lack of energy. They powered through their short, thirty minute set and left the crowd clapping for more. Singer Anika Pyle seemed quiet and softspoken when she spoke inbetween songs but that was in complete contrast with the powerful voice she was hiding.

Pyle’s soothing voice hit you like a punch to the gut and the emotion she conveyed throughout the set hit you like a freight train. The backing band let Pyle shine although they were able to add just a little something something when the music needed it. I would honestly love to see Pyle play solo with just a guitar.

All of the bands last night were masters at conveying energy and feelings and that’s what makes a truly memorable show.

Now, let’s all sit back and watch this country go up in flames with this election. I hope you had a good night last night because, according to some people, it could have been our last.

I, myself, had a great night.

Line Up:

Katie Ellen

Hard Girls

Jeff Rosenstock


Venue: 7th Street Entry

Sausage Fest Meter- 5 out of 10

Average Age of the Crowd- 22

Crowd Surfers- None

Stage Divers-None

Danceability- High

Broken Bones- None


Drunkards Taken Out By Security- 1- The guy getting handsy– Although I’m not sure if he was drunk or not

Celebrity Sightings- None

Overall Score-8 out of 10

Show on Deck-  MC Lars/ MC Chris