There was something wrong with the line-up for Wednesday night’s show at the Mercury Lounge. Somehow, in the process of setting up the time slots, someone inverted the list, forcing the most popular of the three, Toro Y Moi, to go first. The rotation, however, was the only thing wrong with the night.

At around 8pm the venue started packing up, forcing us all to take part in the bizarre, yet boring, antics of Philip Seymour Hoffman. When the lead singer whipped out a recorder and took off his clothes, I wasn’t sure whether I was being subjected to some Andy Kauffman-esq surreal humor, or if he seriously though this would get people into his show. Mercifully, Toro Y Moi took the stage without much of a set up time to cleanse the bad taste from our mouths. Toro Y Moi is the saving grace of the summertime/lo-fi/chillwave trend because of their driving rhythms, something that is extraordinarily apparent when they are live. The shimmery melodies and soft voice of leader Chaz Bundick swim overtop of the thick beats.

After Toro Y Moi completed their set and invited everyone to the after party, there was a sharp turn to cocky teen boy rock with Cloud Nothings. When I first heard the Cloud Nothings EPs, I was not impressed; all the songs sounded the same. After seeing them live, I am ready to give them another chance. The songs still bleed into each other live, but that is alright when the group is as energetic and committed to power pop as these guys. Cloud Nothings offered a blisteringly loud set of early Weezer type pop that made me wish that I had slapped on some Vans for the show instead of my hipster boots. It was fun and left a smile on my face, which is more than I can say for most bands.

The true injustice of the night was the scheduling of Indian Rebound at the end. By the time these underage boys had finally set up, there was a crowd of maybe twenty curious on-lookers. If only the line-up had been normal, these boys would have been given the audience they deserved, the audience that Philip Seymour Hoffman was greeted with.

When a band is full of kids so young, it’s hard not to listen to the music they make through the filter of their age. I’m sure a ton of reviews talk about how they make pretty great music, for being 15 and all. The fact of the matter is these kids are making good music regardless of their age. While they fall in the summery chill pop vein of countless other indie artists, the jittery metallic guitar sounds make them a refreshing break from the suffocating sameness of most indie bands. Indian Rebound deserved far bigger an audience for their show, and if it weren’t for the confusing schedule- they would have had one. Look for these kids in the future, because they can only get better with age.