Miami Horror

There was nothing bloody or gory about what went down between the rafters of Mercy Lounge Thursday. If anything, dancing shoes and glow sticks were the weapons of choice (sorry Michael Myers.)

Local duo Cherub set the tone for the night with their synth-heavy, voice-warped set amid a backdrop of bootlegged Looney Tunes videos and cat montages. As weird as that may sound after the fact, in the moment, it seemed the only fitting option; truly, it was nothing short of awesome.

How I Became The Bomb was up next and brought it with sparkle and sass. Adam Richardson wobbled out on a cane—this seemed to be an ode to Willy Wonka—and quickly threw it to the ground as the band kicked it to their groovetastic hits.

Nothing brought quite the same rumble, however, as the main event—the Australian quartet known as Miami Horror. Lights flashing and smoke machines rolling, the dashing gentlemen brought the hipster (and even some not-so-hipster) ears to the front of the room. Whether or not the audience knew what was about to occur over the next hour, it became quickly apparent with the start of the fancy pop-ridden beat from Aaron Shanahan’s kick drum that no one would be able to leave the floor without being affected by this music.

What made Miami Horror the enchantment of the evening was that their whole show appeared to be centered on the music and the feel of the groove. Josh Moriarty carried each song with such a delicate charisma, and it was hard not to sing every word, even if you were hearing the songs for the first time.

Truth be told, Nashville should crave more of this sort of thing. There’s nothing wrong with a little sweat and glow stick flare. After all, music is just more fun on the dance floor, is it not?