Newly Subpop’d signees Jaill released their album “That’s How We Burn” in July to moderate acclaim. Please do not be thrown off by the extra “L” and judge them for the worst likeÛÓ you will be doing yourself a disservice. Among the teaming multitudes of mediocre “psych-pop” outfits, Jaill delivers incessantly catchy and delightfully murky guitar-driven songs that grab you by the hair and give you the ultimatum to dance. I have been 30 minutes late to class two (2) times because I could not stop “rocking out” to this album. I put those quotation marks to seem like I was ironically using the phrase “rocking outÛ, but that is honestly what happened.
Jaill’s set at the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn was short, but the guitars and two (2!) basses were oh-so-tight, and my prescription was filled, for drum fills, that is. Get it? After three days of black leather jackets it was emotionally cleansing to see all the members of the band were wearing jeans and t-shirts. Lead singer Vincent Kircher had a delightful pedophile moustache and backhandedly heckled the hipsters in the crowd about their outfits, which I can always get behind.