The Technicolors at The Casbah

“Thursday night at the Casbah. Dream-pop guitar, the bar that…”

The Technicolors believed a rock band could still sound like something the dust between your speaker and the carpet remembers. So they made the records anyway — dream-pop guitar, fuzz that stays warm, the kind of choruses you can drive to alone at night. The Casbah in San Diego still books these bands on Thursdays, which is a small kindness to people whose weekends are already committed. Two hundred capacity, indoor smoking patio, the bar that has been the bar for thirty-five years. The crowd skews early-30s on a Thursday — people who left dinner to get here for the openers and will be back at work the next morning. Doors at eight. Openers at eight-thirty. The Technicolors come on around nine-thirty, do an hour, take pictures with everybody who waits at the merch table. Tickets through the Casbah's own site. Twenty bucks if you grab them ahead of the door.