Quick and snappy. That's the way we like it here at Too Much Rock.

Eggs on Mars was scheduled to open. It was nearly 9pm when lead guitarist Joel Stratton arrived and united with his bandmates Brad Smith (vocals/guitar), Doug Bybee (bass), and Mason Potter (drums). The quartet has been playing out a lot lately in celebration of its new album, Good Morning (I Love You). That's a boon for everyone. My mood brightened with the first chiming chord. Eggs on Mars can do that for you. There were big guitar solos in the title track and the track that followed, "Be For You." I suspect Stratton has the best guitar tone in the town. Bybee sang two. The first sounded great. The second confused me. Vampire Weekend covering a Guided by Voices song with a bit of countrified twang? I'm still befuddled, but in a good way. I think. Thankfully his vocal harmonies with Smith were unequivocally great. In finale "I Came Home 2 Find Nothing Had Changed Except Me," Smith and Stratton showed how well their guitars could play together. Eggs on Mars are an indie pop SSRI. Consider this your prescription.

Is John Andrews & the Yawns merely John Andrews? Are there normally other players who make up the Yawns? Are the Yawns the name given to hand-drawn cartoons that Andrews projected as he sat at his keyboard or plaintively strummed his guitar? Are they the simple rhythmic accompaniments – often not much more than a click track – that emanated from a vintage-looking magic box dialed in by Andrews? Maybe the Yawns are the emotions elicited as Andrews delivered his smooth vocals, spoken as much as sung? The world may never know. But what was obvious was Andrews' affection for '70s singer songwriters. His thirty-five-minute set was so breezy it bordered slacker rock, and lo-fi enough to be charming rather than cloying. Compositions were sometimes smart, but always comfortable. A new one with a "staring up at the sky" refrain was particularly cozy. I closed my eyes and imagined collapsing into bed while Andrews sang me to sleep. Perhaps those are the titular Yawns.

Fullbloods pop up from time to time to perform endearing sets of indie pop, chockablock with witty lyrics and well-thought-out key changes. On this night Ross Brown (songwriter/vocals/guitar) was joined by Konner Ervin (guitar), Kyle Little (keyboards), Mathias Kuhl (bass), and Fritz Hutchison (drums). The crack outfit was adept at delivering indie pop that bobbed joyfully and embraced vibes, but still retained a sharp focus and punchy earworm choruses. Brown handled all the guitar leads and solos himself, only occasionally finding interplay with the seated Ervin. In the middle of one of several new cuts played, he realized that he hadn't yet written the guitar solo. After stumbling through a few bars, he suggested the audience should imagine "a really good guitar solo instead." I'm confident there will be a lovely one by the time Ross exits the studio with his new album. Let's hope that comes sooner rather than later. Too Much Rock likes it quick and snappy!