The crowd, startlingly young for a Sunday show, was treated to a decently long set from Grayskul to start things off. JFK's hyperactive hand twisted and grasped and fluttered its way through at least half a dozen tracks from , plus a few from previous records; we'd forgotten how much we like the title track from that release, and this show's live version was light and quick on its feet. There was the cutest introductory sample for "Scarecrow" we've heard yet, inspiring JFK to play a little air guitar, and "Missing" (the track featuring Andrea Zollo from Pretty Girls Make Graves) never fails to give us goosebumps. The snag in the whole concept: our ears can't actually hear and comprehend as fast as JFK and Onry Ozzborn can rap, so we end up just appreciating Grayskul's two-toned morbid aura without catching more than a few phrases here and there.
We Review: One Be Lo and Grayskul @Nectar Lounge
Au Revoir, Pretty Girls Make Graves -- You Will Be Missed
A strange sort of nervous tension sat on the shoulders of the crowd as Nick Dewitt, Andrea Zollo, Jay Clark, Leona Marrs and Derek Fudesco took the stage together for the last time. It sat there, weighing us down -- a burdensome feeling of finality. And it stayed there, unrelenting, tugging at our throat from the inside, even during the first couple of songs. We were having a great time, sure, but we were too aware of the fact that this would be the last great time we'd have with this band. We needed to shake it off, chill the fuck out. Enjoy this. By the time the third song began -- a pulsating number from 2003's The New Romance (our favorite PGMG album) -- we were dancing and sweating along with our neighbors, along with the band.
Pretty Girls Made Graves
We weren’t the biggest or most dedicated of PGMG fans; we didn’t know what Andrea Zollo (the only member we knew by name) was singing most of the time and couldn’t say things like, “Yeah! Speakers Push the Air!” two seconds into the song. But damn, we liked the band’s punky, catchy, jump-around syncopation. We liked that Andrea, when we’d seen PGMG live, was a wilder Liza Minnelli, a tamer Karen O. So on Saturday it was a little sad to see the band leave the stage for the second-to-last time—we caught the early Neumos show—and hear Andrea’s echoing thank-yous to “Mom” and “friends” and everyone who’d ever bought a CD or a t-shirt.

