Named “like the sport,” the bike-riding vegans of Hockey drove down from Portland with no air conditioning and spent their first visit to California playing a college, a club on Hollywood Blvd and a deserted bar in South Orange County before ripping Silver Lake a dance-filled new one. Hockey took the Spaceland stage after a schizophrenic band that featured sunglasses-and-tribal-tattoo-clad white rappers dressed like basketball players from the 1970s and a giant banana costume that ran around thrusting its phallic lower end into shocked bystanders. A relieved audience swayed through Hockey’s first song before infectious jams like “Too Fake” and “Preacher” turned all the stagnant feet into a full-on dance party. With the singer wearing a baggy, one-sleeved San Francisco Giants jersey and an unflappable drummer donning giant isolation headphones throughout the whole set, the scruffy Northwest natives’ hearty funk influence coerced even the guy in a Bape hoodie to jump around and sing along. And although the room cleared out after a sweat-filled set, their earworm-heavy, self-released album, Mind Chaos, was used as the house music for the rest of the night, ensuring everyone left with a case of repe-tune-itis.

— Sarah Bennett