I caught Walk The Moon for the first time at Piano’s, a very small club in the Lower East Side of New York City, with a group of friends who were maniacally excited to encounter the group. Sensing their enthusiasm, I thought it a good idea to tag along, praying I wouldn’t be inundated by yet another barrage of worthless indie crap that only Pantera could take care of. Luckily for me, the band tore through a delightful set of friendly, energetic pop jams that got the crowd moving.

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