It’s a Mr. Small’s night in Pittsburgh. As we like to do with Indiecent Exposure, we’ll skip the formalities of “OMG this is exciting” and “I hope they play this song” and help you out with something about the artist that you can:
This will be the third time that Sleigh Bells has been here since June of 2012, and the second time that I’m missing them (this is what happens when you have friend-couples). The first time they were here, I did see them, and the show was an unforgettable sensory assault that left me bandaged and wanting more over the next 72 hours. You don’t need a concert review on this one because I’ll just serve that role this time. Go to this concert. Go. To this. Concert. Alexis Krauss is a goddess. There’s even a blog called fyeahalexiskrauss. That type of thing is really only reserved for forces of nature like this young lady, who will indeed make you cry tonight Pittsburgh. And not tears of sorrow or even tears of joy. Just tears of pain. Good pain. And Derek Miller is not about to take it easy on you either. It’s going to be loud and bright and chaotic, like any other relationship forged from the suggestion of a mother (Miller was working as a waiter in Brooklyn and looking for a female lead when Krauss’ mom set them up for a blind introduction – voila: Sleigh Bells).