Bravo's Hair

For a few months, New York Press has obsessively tracked Bravo Silva's every move. We even secretly clipped a clump of guitarist Joel Bravo's afro, displaying it at the office-until I lost it one drunken night. I panicked and came up with a surefire plan to replace the precious locks??ask the band to play our Feb. 27 Indie Label Jones concert.

The night opened with The Get Quick, while I grabbed a Pabst and, armed with a freshly sharpened pair of Fiskars, camped out at the side of the stage, awaiting my opportunity. However, when Bravo Silva finally took the stage for their last NYC show before SXSW, there was something strange in the air. The '80s pop sounds were replaced with noise and scream-sing counterparts. It was as if I was hearing many of their songs for the first time, enough to distract me from my insidious hair-snipping agenda.

After Bravo Silva's set, headliners Die Romantik kept me distracted with both their sharp fashion sense and jams that recalled The Beatles and Blonde Redhead. In the meantime, Joel Bravo snuck away with his hair intact.