7pm is not a very rock’n'roll time in NYC for a band to play. People are either still in their offices, slaving away at the grindstone and hating life just before their daily commute home. You will have a really hard time convincing the Ting Tings of this. I rolled up to the Mercury Lounge at 7pm expecting to stroll right in, figuring that anyone who was there for the show was already inside, but there was a line half way down the block of hip looking adults who looked like they bailed out of work early to check out the next big thing out of the UK this week.
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