SFist Reviews... Minipop & Kate Nash

But let us quickly divert from the music and talk about the actual audience. Let's talk about the bitches that were at this concert. Now we think that the only bitches who were at the concert were surrounding us.

There were bitches so drunk that the only reason they'll remember anything from Saturday night was because they took insane amount of ridiculous pictures of themselves (with the flash on, pointing in our direction) and her bitch-friends. If you want to get completely bitch-ass drunk then hang out at the bar.

There were bitches so drunk that they caressed every person (and thought it was funny) who walked onto the stage, even the stage hands who were trying to set-up the stage. If you were wondering Saturday night, why it took so long in-between sets, it was because those dumb bitches wouldn't get out of the way for the stage hands to set-up. They personally prolonged the process and made us all stand for longer. What a bitch.

There were bitches so drunk that they didn't have any concern for personal boundaries. Now we understand in a concert setting that your regular two feet boundary shrinks to two inches. That's normal; we get it but we don't enjoy being hit every couple of seconds by your bitch-ass elbows. Go to the back of the club if you want to dance with your elbows or better yet go to a regular dance club.

There were bitches so drunk that they thought it was funny to push their way up to the front of the crowd without any regard to those of us who had staked out our spots two hours earlier. If you want to be at the front, come early, stand and wait like the rest of us.

By the middle of Kate Nash's set, the bitches were everywhere. The caressing bitch was in front, the elbow bitch to our left, the pushy bitches behind us and the screaming bitch to our right. Screw our second row spot; we had had enough! We pushed through the bitches and reached the back of the club. Suddenly, our two feet boundary miraculously reappeared. Twenty feet back we had a nice view of Kate and were able to breathe. Kate Nash told us that her flight had been delayed from New York and arrived at 3 a.m., but she was very happy to be in San Francisco. She had heard that, "New Yorkers are [quite simply] dickheads but it seems that everyone in San Francisco are more chill." This was, of course, a segue-way into her wonderfully written song, "Dickhead." Though the generality rings true for most of the time, it wasn't ringing true Saturday night. We've never been a part of a concert that had so many bitches dickheads. Congratulations San Francisco, it seems you won the bitch dickhead award on Saturday night.

Back to Kate... though we were a bit preoccupied with violent thoughts the first half of Nash's set, we still absolutely fell in love with Nash's charm and humble demeanor. Every time a fan would cry out, "I love you Kate!" she would genuinely blush and give the audience the but-I'm-just-Kate look. Perfectly charming.

The witty lyrics that we can't stop talking about were sometimes lost in the thick accent and fast-paced tempos. The only lyrics we caught were the ones that we actually knew. This didn't detract from Nash's unabashed vocals. Though she's not a classical singer, by any sense of the word, we kept thinking how charming it was. Maybe it's just the accent? We don't care; we love it.

Overall, we completely enjoyed listening to Nash live and hearing several of her tracks off her recent album, Made of Bricks. Obviously, "Foundations" was the crowd favorite but our personal favorite and motto-for-the-night became, "Dickhead." Nash sings, "Why you being a dickhead for?/You just fucking up situations." We would love to ask the same question: Why were you being such a bitch dickhead for? It was a completely fucked-up situation.

All photos taken by author.