by Moses Namkung

A couple minutes into the Vivian Girls' set at the Independent on Friday, your friendly SFist correspondent realized that he wasn't really listening to the music. Cassie Ramone kept leaning over, strumming her Squier, blond mane hanging straight down, and then she'd stand up and swing her hair across her face so that a few groups of locks partly covered it. Dreadfully attractive hair toss. But is this effect what the Vivian Girls were really going for? Distractingly hot?

See any Brooklyn Vegan post's comment section on them, i.e. "Everyone I know under 25 thinks they're full of shit, whereas every (dude) I know older than 25 seems to really adore them in this bizare [sic] fusion of Lolita-ish physical lust and high school indie nostalgia." Er. Ok, so cute indie female musicians have always kind of attracted followings for, well, being cute... in addition to them having whatever talent they might (or might not) have.