When the final chord rang out, the bar erupted. Not polite applause. The kind of noise that comes from strangers suddenly connected by three minutes of distorted glory.
Leo, lead singer and guitarist, grinned. “We start with ‘Are You Gonna Be My Girl’ by Jet. Loud. Fast. No thinking.”
The crowd was thin at first—a few older guys nursing beers, a couple of kids with plastic guitars under their arms for irony. But when the opening riff of “I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor” by Arctic Monkeys kicked in, the room snapped awake.
