Asobi Seksu
Here is my poster, and here is my shirt.
The show was last night at the Middle East Downstairs. She was deathly ill, though it wasn’t noticeable outside of her doubling over coughing between songs and apologizing profusely for the fact that she might die. The sound wasn’t as clean as it is on the album, and her voice was drowned significantly by the music, but her vocal range was more impressive than I’d realized just listening to them.
Of all the things that people do “profusely,” they probably apologize the most.