Big Personalities Stormed The Stage At Cherry Glazerr’s Brooklyn Show

The room was bursting with energy and excitement. Not bad for a Sunday night.

Cherry Glazerr, Thick and Dances played close to midnight at Brooklyn’s Sunnyvale. The small bar/DIY venue attracted a packed house of all ages. The show was after Cherry Glazerr opened for Slowdive at the large Manhattan’s Terminal 5.

Though Cherry Glazerr had just played in front of 3,000 people opening for a band that has attracted crowds by the thousands since the ‘90s, the small Brooklyn show is the one that gave them the cred.

Thick

Frontwoman Clementine Creevy shouted to the crowd with passion and a crazed look, “I love you and I didn’t tell the other show that.”

The show was kicked off with two local NY bands Dances and Thick.

Dances is a three-piece indie group that gets your hips swaying. Though the venue was not quite packed yet (I suspect people were still napping and getting ready for their late night), it was still a hearty crowd. The trio’s dynamic is finely manicured with relaxed communications between members, making the vibe relaxed and non-judgmental. Dances really live up to their name, because there wasn’t a body on the floor that wasn’t groovin’ along.

Another trio, Thick, is one of my top favorite bands to see live in NYC—they got everyone’s blood pumping. Their music is fast pop-punk that’s so relatable you can’t help but scream along to every lyric even if you don’t know the words. Frontwoman Nicole Sisti and bandmates Shari Page (drums) and Kate Black (bass), mosh on stage and jump into the crowd to make sure everyone’s included in the rowdiness. Though Dances got hips moving, Thick got heads banging.

After a perfect buildup of energy, Cherry Glazerr took the stage around 1 a.m.- and I assure you, nobody was yawning.

Cherry Glazerr

On hands and knees, 19-year-old Creevy literally crawled to the mic where her captivating personality was able to shine brightly. The catchy indie-punk songs brought everyone back to feeling like an angsty teen. Her banter included the audience members and shouting like a reverend for rock ‘n’ roll.

In torn fishnets Creevy thrashed about on stage, dropping to her knees and giving devious looks to the crowd. It was inevitable for bodies to start popping up while they surfed around a chaotic mosh pit.

The strict curfew had the show over exactly by 2 a.m. with no encore—but honestly, everyone was fully satisfied.

Suffice it to say Monday was rough, but totally worth it.

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