America Owns the Moon freaks out. Whether it’s receiving a text message from God between verses, or bringing out their favorite cellist to help paint a tale about living life and dying death, America Owns the Moon is one surprise after another. It’s like Christmas without the aftertaste of eggnog.

Descriptive terms may include: screeching guitars, buzzing amps, piercing feedback, toothless smiles, red lights, loud cymbals, drunk girls, reckless dancing, and good times.

America Owns the Moon – Freakout
6.4.10
The Vogue
Indianapolis