Hipster college students united at the midafternoon Oberhofer set to celebrate one of indie rock’s new emotive princes, Brad Oberhofer. The man was wearing an earring of a shirtless man and spent most of the set flailing wildly, throwing himself about the stage while belting out songs. Meantime, his stage banter was erratic and odd, often delving into long stoner rants. “We’re going to put out a new record thing in like a month maybe,” he announced, before going on a long-winded explanation behind the title of the record, Nostalgia. Otherwise, the set was a fairly standard collection of greasy, garage pop/punk, a sort of Wavves lite. Furthering the druggy vibe was occasional jam sessions, one of which went on for several minutes as Oberhofer ran out into the crowd and around the stage. The audience thinned considerably as the set went on, but those there couldn’t have been more excited. “Thank you for writing this song,” yelled one young man. “I really love it!”
This article appears in October 19 • 2012.