If you weren’t at Township last night to check out Tacocat, you missed a rip-roaring good time. The Seattle foursome brightened up Chicago with their finest surfer pop that sometimes deals with modern female worries, like street harassment and period cramps. We enjoy any band that can turn subjects that can be a total buzzkill into fun cheery pop tunes, but it doesn’t hurt that their name is totally rad as well. You had us at taco and cat.
FUCK GAME OF THRONES, WE HAVE TACOCAT!