The Japanese House, a dreamy pool-rock brand from southeast England, headlined at Atlanta’s Terminal West Thursday night. I wasn’t sure what to expect–I’ve never shot this venue nor seen The Japanese House perform live.
Upon arrival, I aimlessly wandered before seeing a brunette smoking outside a tour bus. I approached her, lost. She gestured with the cigarette in hand, and directed me with a heavy English accent to the front of the venue, where I met a line of fans waiting for the doors to open.
Terminal West is a small space that carries a lot of industrial ambience, and the room filled to capacity 40 minutes before the show started. Smoke machines and Mac-Demarco type guitar chords signalled the opener, Art School Girlfriend.
She looked familiar… her English accent–shit.