In an effort to be everywhere at once, we’re going to be introducing a lot of new correspondants for Almack’s in the coming weeks. Introducing Christine Paolino! Here is her review of Kate Nash’s Webster Hall show: 

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I have become totally obsessed with American Idol this season, which might be ironic since everyone is up in arms about how it’s the worst season ever — which I totally disagree with, — and how the ratings are down. Isn’t everything down this year? The economy, record sales, my emotions. It’s all down.

Tons of big video after the jump!
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“Adorable.” “Cute.” “Swedish.” These are all words that get thrown around by bloggers whenever Jens Lekman plays a show, and this past Saturday’s soiree seems to be no different. This was my fourth timing seeing the oh-so-silent one, but only my first time seeing him in the past year. After taking such a long break from him, I figured I would be treated to a new stage show, maybe a new set, and I was even holding out some hope for some new banter and stories. You see, about two years ago I had a good friend make a trip to Philadelphia to see Lekman, and she came back gushing about his witty repartee with the crowd, his all-girl band, and the various other quirks that have come to define his live shows. Because of her ecstatic review, I decided to venture out and see him for the first time. Adorable, cute, Swedish.

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I’m saying this in the nicest way possible: Watching Great Northern makes me want to shoot myself in the head and end everything right there and have them as the last thing I hear. I don’t get it. I think that their songs are just so fucking moving that I can’t handle it sometimes and become dizzy with emotion. It’s kind of like how I feel whenever I see Interpol or Sigur Ros live. But unlike those two bands, GN are still small enough that I was able to stand up against the stage.
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Last summer at the Siren festival that I was DJing with my DJ partner KarenPlusOne, I met a wee boy dressed like he came to Coney Island straight from his home in the Hamptons. He was wearing khaki shorts, a white collared shirt, and probably an ascot. He may have been wearing a sailors cap, and he may have sailed over on his yacht. When I asked Karen who her cute Hamptons buddy was and she told me the singer of the White Rabbits.

See who was in the crowd and more after the jump.
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