Rocking out with one's cock out

Last night I went and saw my buddy Jon Kapps (right) and his new band Vizio (sp?) play at 169 Bar under the Manhattan Bridge. They were pretty sharp. Four dudes and one chick, and all the dudes wore cigarette jeans, grey eight-button tweed vests, Cons/Vans, and pompadours of shaggy hair. They looked to me like they had some well in absorbing the Franz Ferdinand/Interpol thing and co-opting it as their own. Also a smart move -- a vaguely Jessica Simpson-ish cutie brunette on lead vocals. Very orige.

I told him immediately afterwards that he had to ditch the other bandmembers... dead weight, and all.