On stage—the Milling Gowns, Boston’s premier gloompop band. Somewhat unsurprisingly, watching the band is more of a meditative activity than an upbeat one. The lead singer, who sounds something like a cross between Ian Curtis and James Morrison, acts like a black hole, sucking the energy out of the room. Well, at least until after the second song when someone yells “fuck yeah,” and it begins to dawn on me that gloom pop might be awesome.