Dressed in a bright Hawaiian print shirt, Adio Marchant, the man at helm of the electronic/ indie pop project Bipolar Sunshine, calmly walks out on stage. A roar of excitement echoes throughout the crowded, dingy looking room as fists clutching Red Stripe cans rise into the air.

Green lights dance as a deeply layered wall of sound echoes throughout the neon bathed room. “Drowning Butterflies” start off the set, the title track off Bipolar Sunshine’s latest EP, a catchy track that relies on a bouncy hook. The guitarist uses a wooly sound which really accentuates the lush nature of Bipolar Sunshine’s sound in addition to sharper sounding chords to give songs depth. The drums range from slick minimal dance beats to more organic free flowing beats. Bipolar Sunshine’s sound pulls from a variety of influences, pulling together a combination of contemporary R&B, electronica, and indie pop.

Hazy guitar chords ring out from the stage as Bipolar Sunshine launch into a surprising cover of A$AP Rocky’s “Long Live A$AP”. In the background of the placid vocals the rest of the band gradually all join in with guitar, and suddenly the drums kick in with crashing cymbals as Marchant belts out the chorus hook.

Marchant keeps things simple with his lyrics, but there is something very personal about the narratives he tells throughout his songs, which are filled vivid imagery. The choruses stick with you; people who claimed before the show to have not really heard him before were singing along halfway into the show. He commands the stage with his delivery which switches between singing and a dialect heavy spoken word style. He looked like he enjoyed himself as he confidently moved to the beat of more upbeat songs like “Drowning Butterflies”, “Trouble”, and “Rivers”.

In contrast to the enthusiasm of the performer, some sections of the crowd were a bit disinterested. The show did suffer from numerous groups of people around me who were more concerned with having a loud conversation than listening to what was a great performance. I hope there is a special place in hell for people who have loud conversation during concerts. Despite the people who looked like they could care less whether there was someone on stage performing, there was a large amount of people were completely mesmerized by the performance and at the end were left begging or more.