Robert & The Carrolls

Last Saturday night, I had my first experience with the Velour. I really like it. It's one of those places that is so full of ugly things and clashing colors that it actually works. There was a ceramic horse that looked as if it had been ripped off a carousel hanging from the ceiling and a painting of Elvis illuminated by candles plastered on the wall. Sound hideous? Well it was. But in a good way.
Tickets were $7 and they only took cash. When I went up to the counter to pay for my ticket, the music was so loud that the cashier had to point to a paper that was taped to the counter that had $7 written on it in Sharpie. As I was paying for my ticket, I could see behind the counter into a little nook of a back room that was dimly lit. There was a man who looked like a mixture between a gypsy and a hipster bent over some papers and behind him, a winding staircase that led up to who knows where.
 It was magical. I love old places like that.
There were two bands playing that night, but the first one wasn't that good. I can't even remember their name. But the second band was fantastic. This is them:

I've been listening to their music ever since the concert. The only downside is that they only have 10 songs.