by hapago

It’s amazing what can happen when enough people want the same thing. Conner was telling me about this amazing band from Philly called MY WIFE’S AN ANGEL the entirety of the last SNOOPER tour. It quickly became my top played record of April according to last.fm (I know..last fm in 2025…IDGAF……). 

They had been trying to play Nashville because a Louisville show fell through and heroes MICAH and TREVOR were able to organize something in 24 hours and eventually it was one of the most stacked shows I’ve seen recently: ARGUS, MY WIFE’S AN ANGEL, and FAMILY DOG, rounded out by a secret guest…

ARGUS is the brainchild of my best friend and brother Conner Sullivan. Throughout an ARGUS set, it’s almost impossible to look away–it forces your attention the entire time–and you can’t look away as he leaves it all out on the court, every single time. You might be asking: does he have the noise table? well duh he’s got the noise table and it’s jam-packed with wires and pedals and tape machines and mixers and contact mics and everything else you need to create the harshest, most abrasive atmosphere imaginable. The expression that happens during an ARGUS set is palpable, it sticks to you and by the time it’s over you feel washed and cleansed like you would at the end of a marathon. 

So when MY WIFE’S AN ANGEL was getting started, we were ready. This band sounds like an anxiety attack and watching them perform might give you the same feeling. By the second song, frontman G was bleeding out of his forehead and was already shirtless. Again, impossible to look away: G was everywhere and anywhere during the set. The band was playing in what seems to be the dining room, and he’d often leave and walk around the house while still performing. He’d return to the band sometimes looking like he’d seen a ghost, other times with the heartiest grin he could wear. That was the other thing–his stage presence was an entire performance in of itself. The band was super tight and ripped through songs from their latest record “YEAH, I BET” at a velocity that seemed effortless.

FAMILY DOG. That’s all that really needs to be said. End of story. This is one of the best bands in Nashville currently. They tore up the dining room like it’s thanksgiving dinner and you just fought the uncle who said some crazy shit. They got in your face and spat in it. Later in their set, they slowly transitioned into SOOT–another band composed of local heroes–and they delivered a quick, loud, three song set before turning it back over to OMEED and co. for one last song before the night was over.

Shoutout to Trevor and everyone who worked on getting MY WIFE’S AN ANGEL to Nashville. It’s a night that won’t be forgotten about for a while.