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For any Polyvinyl devotee and music fan in general–like myself–Thursday night was more of a jubilant festival than a conventional concert. The show was essentially a family party for all three bands on the bill, despite the disparate qualities among them. There existed a special kind of kinship among The Rentals, Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin and Mates of State–not because they’ve all released records on Polyvinyl (Mates of State with three Polyvinyl releases before signing with Barsuk), but because the feeling of separation between openers and headliners people usually feel at concerts didn’t exist.

Seeing Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin open up the show struck me for several reasons–one of them being that I was about to see a band whom I spontaneously discovered on in eighth grade (I believe the first song I’ve ever heard from them was “Sink/Let It Sway”). It’s been a while since the last time they played an all-ages show in Philadelphia and they gave me weirdly nostalgic feelings (Perhaps from thinking about my innocent-self trying to discover new music).


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Clap Your Hands Say Yeah were supposed to totally change the game for up-and-coming bands looking to avoid being extra deck chairs on the majors' sinking ships, but after Some Loud Thunder met its inevitable and somewhat warranted backlash, it just became that much harder to invest in a group like Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin (and Walk It Off ain't helpin' either). Yeltsin's story is familiar-- armed with a memorably silly name and all the right blogger friends, the Springfield, Mo., foursome stepped up to Polyvinyl in 2006, and their sources are so collegiate you can practically hear an awkward DJ announcing the title between pockets of dead air after every song.