Who says you need a reason to throw a party? The Toothpicks certainly don't.

Take a slightly deranged frontman whose voice careens from guttural growl to ethereal falsetto with an arresting volatility. Add a guitarist who is just as comfortable making his instrument warble sweetly or squeal ferociously, a bassist classically trained in violin and piano whose grooves stick to the floor and stay there, and a jazz drummer who swaggers and flops around the beat with irresistible intensity.

Once you witness their sweaty, spellbinding live show, you'll agree: nothing is truly something worth celebrating.

w/ Euterpe + Darling Street