Finally, Anamanaguchi took the stage. I have to say I was slightly disillusioned when I realized that the dudes I'd seen running around in ironic old lady cat t-shirts were actually in this band. To make matters more dubious, the lead guitarist/mic banter-ist looked an awful lot like the star of a photoset I'd seen recently that culminates in a grown man dripping Cheez Whiz on his balls. I almost asked the guitarist about it, but then I realized that I'd rather not know.

As soon as Anamanaguchi began their set, it was apparent that the NES I has expected them to "play" was actually hidden away on the side of the stage, and that the Nintendo sounds were to be function as a backing track. I gritted my teeth a little. When I saw the GameBoy that someone supposedly played laying on top of the Nintendo, I gritted my teeth a little more. What stood before me were four young men set to play conventional guitar/bass/drums, layered over, essentially, a tape of bleeps and bloops. Uncool.

However, the guys played well, though I found myself wondering why a band who relied solely on power chord needed two guitarists. Later on, when they covered Weezer's Buddy Holly, sans NES, I wondered why I needed to be watching. Shortly after the Weezer fiasco, they did play my favorite song off of their new record, Jetpack Blues and Sunset Hues. That song alone managed to alleviate almost all gripes I had with the performance.

When you've had enough of music in its modern state, it’s nice to know that there are always people out there who will give you a hug and remind you that simpler can be better. The music itself may not be simple, but the era that this music evokes was – when our biggest worries were rushing from our homework to shoot Ganon with a silver arrow. Those were, and are, the days.