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Contributing Writer By: Nicole Mournian

Los Angeles, California - Aside from Tegan and Sara, few other young women in music rock as confidently (and hard) as Girl in a Coma. I had the pleasure of catching the first night of their LA stint, opening for Tegan & Sara at the Music Box, and was both heart-warmed and blown away by the non-coy, non-flirtatious, and unapologetic rocking out of the “Girls.”

True to their namesake, they seamlessly blended the memories of shoegazer and early ’90s-esque punk-pop into their perfectly executed anthems of love, loneliness, and every other topic covered by the Mozz and Kurt. Admirably, I believe they write their own songs and, obviously, play their own instruments, which can be a rarity for all-female line-ups (sad, but true).

Nina’s voice hovered closely between Bjork and former Elastica front woman Justine Frischmann, though her own growl comes out in almost every song. They delivered a solid show, complete with playfully Latin-themed merch. The only criticism is the opening slot at the Fonda is the shortest, and I almost missed this awesome throwback band.

Literally girl power, in a totally complementary and non-cheesy way.

Following Girl in a Coma, I was taken aback by the dulcet voice of a man named Dallas — not only because he was a man amongst many women, but because his voice was the reincarnation of Jeff Buckley. I walked into his crooning “No one knows my name…” at which point I scurried back into the hall and asked everyone I could grab, “Do you know this guy? Who is he? What is his name?”

It was love at first sound. His songs were just the type of delicate and sexy that drives girls like me wild. Bearded and glasses, shy presence — it was like he was inside my head! He’s Dallas Green from Canada, traveling with the Tegan and Sara crew, offering to father their children (or so was fibbed during the long onstage banter from Tegan), and singing a post-hardcore set of love songs to a sea of young women.

He ended with “Love Don’t Live Here Anymore,” covered by many but written by Rose Royce. A young woman exclaimed “OH MY GOD! HE’S COVERING MADONNA!!!!!” I bowed my head in shame and tried to sway to Dallas’s more-than-competent rendition. Find him at

Finally, the frosting on the (most likely vegan and definitely lesbian) cake, twinset of the night Tegan and Sara literally bounded onstage. Their personalities popped in the multi-colored lights that adorned their sad “prom” set. Every other girl in the crowd was dressed like them, which got confusing before they started — it was a game of “Find Tegan and Sara” in the lobby that got us through the intermission. The twins have stepped it up musically; their songs show a great maturation from the teenage bedroom, early lesbian diary entries of before. Confident and funny, they barrelled through a few hits, stopping to talk for what seemd like minutes at a time. No complaints here — it was not until after the show I realized exactly how long they talked.

They bashed Palin, talked about Prop 8 and, for a night, were concerned Canadians. Their voices got closer to Cyndi Lauper with every song, and though it felt like I was indulging a guilty pleasure, I was honestly impressed by their musical skill.