HAIM [Concert Review]

October 24th, Commodore Ballroom The internet has taken over! We have arrived at the slippery icy doors of technology and wholeheartedly jumped off the precipice of detachment. Now that I’ve got that out of my system, let’s talk about this HAIM concert.

We DO in fact live in a world slithering with gadgets, phones, constant alerts and constant music to soundtrack every moment of our lives. With that said, it’s important to note how caught up we get in musical fads. If you are someone who considers themselves passionate about music - especially new music - it’s a slippery slope to keep musical fads at arm's length or let your guard down and just embrace poppy syrupy hooks that may only last as long as it takes you to finish a stack of pancakes.

HAIM are just that - a stack of pancakes… or you know, whatever other breakfast you may finish quickly. Three pretty, young, bohemian girls. Their schtick: to slather in your memories of how much you loved Fleetwood Mac and being young and naive. You know what though, it’s incredibly addictive and sort of tricky at the same time. They definitely have that poppy instantly loveable vibe, but it’s mixed with something more.

People lucky enough to attend their show at the Commodore Ballroom got a look at the kinetic chops these three ladies have - albeit brief. Very brief. HAIM entertained the crowd for less than an hour with eight tracks, some cute stories of youth, hip confusion and sexy short shorts.

Only eight songs were played, but not a single one missed. It was practically impossible to stay still and not (even privately) love these three. Mid set’s, Honey & I, was particularly enchanting; commanding the crowd to shut the hell up while slowly building into a joint bombastic celebration of independence and finding your own unique connection. It was bliss.

Yes, HAIM are band that may never survive past their 2012/13 heavy rotation. As fleeting as a Soundcloud remix or good text from someone you adore - if only for this year. But our life is now built out of these moments. And finding yourself sweaty and blissfully unaware on Oct. 24th at the Commodore Ballroom was about as good as moments get.