Yip-Yip is what I would classify as art-rock. Why? Because their sound makes my ears bleed, yet I can't stop watching them. I knew what to expect: the checkered suits, the neon-trimmed keyboards, and the disjointed bastardization of what one might call a beat. Yes, Yip-Yip is fun to watch, but that's where it ends.

I couldn't contain my smirk as a group of teenagers actually attempted to dance to Yip-Yip's eccentric, uninspired, and rather boring set. I was unable to recognize any new material though I'm not sure if anyone actually could. Although Yip-Yip is definitely daring and avant-garde, they haven't displayed any kind of interesting evolution since the last time I saw them nearly two years ago.

The real story of the night was a performance by Green Milk From The Planet Orange from Tokyo, Japan.  Green Milk is a prog-rock fan's wet dream. Long psychedelic guitar-driven jams, preceding short lyrical outbursts in Japanese, create a feeling of revival in the rather flaccid genre of contemporary psychedelic prog-rock. Interestingly, each member remained seated in foldout metal chairs throughout the set, all of their energy channeled into their jaw dropping performance.

I almost felt sorry for Green Milk when I learned they were actually touring with Yip-Yip, and weren't merely booked on the same night. While both bands are colorful in their own ways, I didn't feel as though the two bands have enough common ground to appeal to the same fans. In short order, Green Milk From the Planet Orange definitely stole the night away from their tour-mates with their own, tastier flavor of eccentricity.