Interpol.

Know this: last night's concert at the Greek Theater was dreamlike.  The band was seemingly ablaze in the endless black of Griffith.  Melodies rising from the earth up to the celestial bodies above.  A musical offering, fit enough for Zeus himself.  Interpol was such a hootenanny.  That was the swiftest hour-and-a-half of my entire life.  Bunnie was pleased as banana cream pie.