The Happy Hollows fills my hollow with happiness.—Do you really think of your body as being solid? Maybe this comes from playing with dolls, but it’s often very strange to really believe there are things inside me. Not to mention worms and spiders. Anyway, these kinds of musings always end in a smile when Happy Hollows crescendos and Sarah’s tripped over something and Charlie has sang his songs—as I’ve said before, he has a great tone and head control—and I’m all set to go home with my ears ringing to cuddle up and feel thankful there are good-seeming people in the world, and on stage. Monday night, the Happy Hollows introduced their residency audience to another group of folks that drops a bomb of goodness in my heart: Random Patterns. The line for Spaceland stretched all the way to the slurpee machine at 7-11 on the next block. Everyone came out to see indie rockers the Drums smack tambourines with wide as sunshine arm movements. And while the pretty “Simply Irresistible”-ish back up lady singers may have given the people a pleasant cherry on top of the hip sundae they expected, it was opener Random Patterns that elicited surprised wow’s, if for the simple reason that most people in the room had never heard of this band before. Aquarium Drunkard reached for his twitter-gun (what used to be called a cellphone, now needs a new name) and had this to say: “at Spaceland. opening band are really cool. weird mish mash of bad 80s, the walkmen, with a post rock drummer. think called Random Patterns”. And there’s a saxophone, too.

—Daiana Feuer