I never thought a You Won’t concert could be spooky, drug but I guess there’s a first time for everything. Since playing Boston Calling just a few months ago, vialis 40mg Boston natives You Won’t have been steadily touring the US in their old Subaru, or at least that’s what they told the crowd at T.T. the Bear’s Place on Friday night. In all fairness, they could just have been throwing the crowd off their trail, I mean no one wants another overturned car, just ask this poor bastard.

The folk duo consisting of Josh Arnoudse and Raky Sastri attracted a packed house full of under-21s, indie couples, a ridiculous amount of late 20s dudes wearing button downs all buttoned up, and even a few were wearing some pretty indefinable Halloween costumes. This is the part where I would tell you what each member played, but they both played so many instruments and things they tried to pass off as instruments that you get the picture: a band of two that does it all.

One of these such “instruments” was a ridged tube that when spun around, like we did when we were children on a playground, it whistles; or when blown into, it sounds like an old lady wailing under a sheet pretending to be a ghost, hence the weirdly bizarre spooky undertone to the entire set. They even snapped into a creepy rendition of Elvis’ “Can’t Help Falling in Love” with solely this tube.

While the guys are really talented, I left the show having drafted an open letter in my head to people who decide to go to concerts only to talk and be unaware of their body movements in small spaces (FYI: tall plaid giant with 10 friends that want to squeeze into the spot made for 2, I’m short, and next show I see you at, I’m biting some ankles… ok I may just go with the old standby of the “accidental” kidney jabs…oops, sorry I’m not sorry?). One day maybe I’ll put pen to paper on that letter, but until then the things I do remember were a couple of guys playing an energetic show with songs dedicated to favorite beers, an awesome cover of a Tall Dwarfs song, an inordinate amount of baseball anecdotes by the duo, and wind chimes being thrust over the crowd which really got them going. I know I love the sound of wind chimes… never?

In the last ¾ of the show, Arnoudse finally captures the crowd’s full attention with an acoustic rendition of their catchy as hell “Who Knew” from the middle of the crowd. It was inaudible, but the crowd sang along so loud that it didn’t matter. For the remainder of the set there was swaying from the crowd, sing-alongs, and an encore that ended with a nonsensical song with no words, just made up sounds. It takes a high level of comfort to go onstage and end with gibberish, but home field advantage left a pretty happy crowd.