Parking in Echo Park sucked as always so I had to walk for about three blocks in the rain that night with my tacky UCLA umbrella while some annoying USC fans chided me for not sharing my umbrella. I wanted to use that release mechanism on the umbrella to “accidentally” hit them in the face but the calming effect of the rain persuaded me against that. I missed the first opening band, Death Kit, but I made sure not to miss Shlomo, an LA/SF-based electronic musician that sounds like he belongs with the Brainfeeder artists.
Shlomo’s set started off slow for the first half and was riddled by sound difficulties, not on his part, but more on the venue itself. It was as if someone had crinkled a Lindt wrapper over a microphone for about twenty minutes. The second half of the set was a lot better and this was indicative by the annoying bag lady who kept swaying her body as her big ol’ bag hit me in the arm. This was also evidenced by the synchronized head shaking by the row of hooded boys to my right. They even called for an encore, but Shlomo did not oblige. 
As I choked on a gust of artificial fog spewed by the weaksauce fog machine, Tom Krell, aka How to Dress Well inconspicuously came onstage. The moment “Lover’s Start” began, I wasn’t sure if my tears were chemically-induced, or emotionally-induced. Some arty clips befitting of Barney Gumble’s evocative art film graced the projector as clips of classical nudes and ancient women diverted my attention. Like the midnight special on BET, he began to stroke himself as he uttered the RnB-tinged, sensual lyrics of “My Body,” before breaking into the forlorn lyrics of “Escape Before the Rain,” which was very appropriate for the night. A smooth transition was made into “Can’t See My Own Face,” with a hook that seems to borrow from Beyonce’s “Crazy in Love.” We were transported into a daze with “Suicide Dream 1,” and after a few more songs, he gave us an encore performance of the crowd favorite,”Ready For The World.” At the end of the encore, HTDW disappeared as quickly as he appeared, leaving the audience mystified at the arrival and disappearance of this beautiful, Nike-clad creature.