Photos: Yelle
Tuesday night's show at Logan Square Auditorium was like a junior high hipster sock hop infiltrated and humped to within an inch of its life by the glowstick toting rave nation. Girls and their boytoys pogoed in unison -- with uniformly plastered smiles upon their sweat drenched mugs -- to the sugary sweet beats and NSFW come-ons chirped by French pop chanteuse Yelle. We would define the room's mood as exuberant bordering on noo-kyoo-ler. In short; it was pretty awesome.
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