World/Inferno at Amityville Music Hall
I didn’t take enough footage at this show (sorry not sorry, too busy dancing) so it feels weird writing about just one show instead of multiple, but Inferno is playing a LOT of shows these days, so we’re working with what I got.
Amityville Music Hall is way the hell out on Long Island, so it was a commute I was not looking forward to to begin with, but made even more stressful when I decided I didn’t want to skip the class I’m taking on Friday nights. Fortunately, my class is closer to the Long Island Railroad than my house is, so it wasn’t too terrible.
Aside from the fact that the earlier train was canceled, so I had to wait around for the later one regardless. Ugh New York.
Somehow I still made it in perfect time. The opening bands had finished playing, but Inferno hadn’t gone on yet. I think they went on around 11:15. Late show.
Amityville Music Hall is a tiny bar, and it got real hot real fast in there. I didn’t know what to do with my backpack, so I asked the bartender if I could stash it behind the bar, and he was super sweet and let me. Then he also let me take a water bottle for free while I was dying of heat during the show because it was a $20 card minimum and only $2 for a water bottle. Honestly, life was good there. I was def winning.
There was a girl playing french horn with the band that I hadn’t seen before. I heard her talking after the show about how she got asked to play with them the night before, and that apparently [frontman] Jack used to play french horn too. Sweet.
The crowd didn’t cooperate for a human pyramid during “Me v. Angry Mob,” so that was kinda sad. That’s one of my favorite parts, regardless of whether or not I’m part of it. (A couple shows ago was the first time I even attempted it.) Two guys got on the floor, no one else joined them, then they kinda gave up because the song actually got going and everyone else was dancing hard already. It is one of my favorite songs to dance to, so I get it.
“Please My Favorite Don’t Be Sad”
I love everyone screaming “Fuck them!”
I waltzed with Doug again during “Heart Attack ’64.” He’s just my new dance partner, it’s cool. But really, he knows how to dance, so it’s nice to be pulled out of the waltz-mosh pit for lifts and dips. I’m really hoping that by the big Just the Best Party show in May we’ll have conquered the Dirty Dancing jump.
I kinda sat out “Your Younger Man” to down a water bottle (see: nice bartender). I totally missed the confetti, but saw the remains on the floor later, so it definitely happened.
Before “A Night in the Woods“:
Jack: “Venues think we’re a ska band because we dress nice. We’re just a bunch of weirdos. But this is a ska song!”
Another Infernite Hillary told me she needs to start doing cardio to be able to dance all night at the May show. I agreed with her. Good lord, between the heat and the dancing and the fact that it was past my bedtime… I’m getting old. I’m thinking cardio for stamina, and hot yoga for dealing with… well, all the sweat I guess. Gross.
Jack said there was a curfew, so they didn’t encore. I’m not sure if they had intended on encoring or not, but they ended up closing the show with “Only Anarchists Are Pretty,” which was honestly a pretty good closing song.
I checked train times to get my ass back to Brooklyn and bought a ticket, and within about five minutes Doug said there might be room for me in the car he was riding back in. There was. Here’s a really dumb thing: this was the second time this week I bought a ticket for the LIRR I decided against using. Welp. That’ll teach me not to use public transportation I guess.
