Last night, I had the pleasure of working the merch table for Jukebox The Ghost. You are already aware of how much we at Limewire love that poppy trio, but you are not aware that it was my first time seeing headliners The Wombats play after six months of being completely infatuated with their sample EP. I wasn't quite sure what to expect from this Liverpool trio, and their opening number did little to appease my assumptions...in a good way. Arriving on stage with nothing but themselves, the three youngsters shared a mic in an a capella number, proving that they have the musical chops to live up to their UK-infused hype.

It didn't take long for things to get rowdy. As soon as the Wombats launched into "Kill The Director," I was immediately sidetracked by a dancing, enthusiastic crowd. Where did these people come from? Ah yes, the majority of them were British. But I swear, somewhere a New Yorker was uncrossing their arms and getting down. And how could they not? The bass and drums were pumping and the choruses easy to shout out to your neighbor. In fact, the band was so concious of the audience that they invited them into a 10-minute "Wombats Love Offering" where they gave the okay to grabbing the bum of the person next to them. "The harder you grab the better," lead singer Matthew Murphy explained.

By the time the band launched into their most popular tune "Moving To New York" an all out dance party began. It was pretty revolutionary to see, especially for a Tuesday night. Combining the sweet harmonies of the Futureheads with more rock stylings of the Strokes, the Wombats aren't the most original band out today, but they sure evoke a lot of fun. Perhaps the emo answer to Brit rock, their songs are hearts-on-our-sleeves enough for the youngsters, but catchy enough for all to enjoy. After the band returned on stage for their fake encore, we all gave it one last horrah, and one more dance move, for a band that is quickly gaining a popularity they thankfully deserve.