That's what I tweeted on Saturday (well, Sunday) around one in the morning when I got home from seeing the Walkmen at Neumo's. And I meant it. They were so loud – so unbelieveably loud. But it was loud on a frequency I'd never heard before, not earplugs loud or "I have to get out of here" loud. It was good loud. Blissy loud, amazing loud, that can not be possibly coming from one guitar kind of loud. To the point where I sought out the sound tech after the show and thanked him for it.

I felt the reverb in my molars the same way you can feel bass in the floor at a dance club, which I had never experienced before. And similar to a good DJ's set, the sound made me want to stay there for hours, for as long as my eardrums — and teeth — could take it. I swore we were going to come outside to cracked windows on the cars. In short, this band was simply amazing, as many of you know, and their shows don't disappoint. The ambient, second-slot crowd pleasing Beach House set was the perfect warm-up for what was to come; Johnny and The Moon's warm, jangly vibe started the night off right as one of the best opening acts I'd never heard of so far this year.

Also, I was lucky enough to get a sneak peek of the show at the Triple Door, where the band was doing a gold club performance for KEXP. Two songs in, I moved to the back of the room to listen to the forty-minute set, to experience my first listen of live Walkmen. Simply put, they knocked me off my chair. It was as if the sound cracked open my chest, reached in, and pulled out my heart for me so that I could throw it at the stage. I wanted to hear them write love songs; epic, emotive love songs.

I knew immediately I'd have to get to Neumo's early, to insure a spot up front for their set. Here's what it all looked like, I'm amazed these shots even came out — all three bands played in almost total darkness. Which made the show sound even better, if that makes any sense at all.

I will not take the breadth or space to discuss the details of the girl next to me, crying — yes, crying: the Beatles are coming, I'm sobbing and clutching my hair kind of crying — but I will take time to point you over to the flickr set for this show, as well as the sparkly pool of goodness, where you can always see more photos.

See you at the shows!