I'm seeing Andrew Jackson Jihad tonight at The Troubadour. I used to hate the Troubadour, as I saw a couple bands there that sounded awful. I saw The National open for Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, which, at the time and especially in retrospect, seems ridiculous now.

I never talked about this album back in '09 because I suck ass. I've written previously about six different songs and then a seventh, on Christmas. This album is a bit different from Andrew Jackson Jihad's prior works: they go electric, and there's violins and actual production quality on it.

However the lyrics are sometimes not as good. Occasionally it sounds like they're trying too hard to sound like Andrew Jackson Jihad lyrics, and fall a little short in that extreme effort. It's still a good album, with good songs, but sometimes the lyrics get silly. This is starting to feel like a middle school book report. Then this. And this. Then this. Also this. This too. I feel like this about it.

If you live in Los Angeles and you're reading this, come see Andrew Jackson Jihad tonight. I haven't seen them live before but I can only imagine that they'll be bad ass. I also wonder what the crowd of people who call themselves Andrew Jackson Jihad fans look like. I'm usually curious about this sort of thing, but a Tuesday night concert can only bring out die hard fans or people who are generally unemployed and professionally drunk.

But this Los Angeles, and I am an Andrew Jackson Jihad fan, so maybe all their fans look just like me. Which is to say that The Troubadour is going to be full of hipsters like it always is. I'm rambling.

This song rocks.