Miniature Tigers is easily one of the most sexual bands that I haven't yet felt personally offended by — and whose music I enjoy for purposes other than screaming every other word on a crowded, dark dance floor while trying to avoid the side glances from strange looking men. For those who know know their music, of which there were notably few in the audience, it goes without saying that the band from Brooklyn put on quite a high-energy show.
The band didn't let the unfortunately low turnout cramp their style, proceeding with just as much exuberance as they would exhibit if they were playing for a sold-out crowd that showed up just to listen to them. Of course, most of the fans in attendance were really there for Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., and waited enthusiastically for the main act to come on. Only a handful of the audience knew enough of the words to sing along, but those who did sang through smiles, while the rest of the fans danced along and reacted strongly to the band's exuberance.
Standing on stage, the five guys who compose the touring band looked like a very interesting mix. Each one gave off distinctly different vibes, which became eminently clear through each band member’s individual style of playing and performing during the second song, “Dream Girl.” The catchy refrain made each musician want to dance, and they all capitalized on that energy in very different ways. Bassist Brandon Lee titled his bass straight up into the air a lot, while keyboardist Rick Schaier made a bad joke about his ex-wife.
Continuing to give off vaguely Vampire Weekend-esque vibes, in terms of their pop sound and hipster-from-New York aesthetic, the band glided easily into the heart of their short set. As they found their groove performing to the crowd, they began to interact with the audience members that were there. Since most of them (probably all of them expect me) weren’t there for them, they must have thought that tonight would be a good time to get a little crazy.
“What’s up San Francisco?” frontman Charlie Brand asked. “Show of hands, who’s ever measured their dick before?” When no hands were even tentatively raised, he looked out into the crowd inquisitively and asked, “Never? Not even once?” Still nothing. “It’s San Francisco, I can ask the hard-hitting questions like that.”
And with that entertaining, if not infinitely awkward, first interaction, he launched the band into “Sadistic Kisses.” At one point Brand and Schaier were making out intensely onstage, and later on in the night Brand tried to kiss a man in the front row of the audience, reaching down to grab his face and bring it closer to him.
The band continued to play their cult classics “Pleasure Princess,” “The Wolf,” “Fraizer Ave,” ”Used to be the Shit” and “Sex on the Regular.” If the catchy beats hadn’t yet captured the attention of the audience, the band’s crazy antics certainly did. “Come say hi, we’d love to meet you guys,” Brand said as the set wound down. “We can measure our dicks in person,” he said as he smiled endearingly into the crowd, laughing and playing in a way that perfectly encapsulated Miniature Tiger’s portion of the evening.
Photos by Sam Engel / Senior Staff