I'm a believer in bold statements, so let me say this: No band in the history of the universe has ever had a more accurate moniker. Broken Social Scene's random smattering of revolving members makes it one of the most interesting live acts to watch. This much was evident at their September 18th show with the unexpectedly older gentlemen who call themselves The Sea and Cake. Unfortunately for The Sea and Cake, quite a few people seemed to think that another similarly--and perhaps more popular--titled band, Cake, was the opener.

The Sea and Cake, for those who have heard them, is probably a more appropriate opening act than Cake. Even if lead singer Sam Prekop's somewhat half-hearted "Thank you, thanks for being here" was a tipoff to vague insecurity, the band's ambient, jazzy style was the perfect way to segue into the Canadian magnificence that is Broken Social Scene. From the moment they walked onto the stage, "lead" singer Kevin Drew promised the audience two hours of music. Apart from the fact that this length of time is a bit grandiose if you're not Prince, Madonna, or someone with legitimate proof for the meaning of life, a palpable tinge of excitement spread through the audience.

The one member sadly missing from the group (though I was only holding out vain hope for this) was occasional vocal contributor Emily Haines. It would have been fucking magical if she had made a cameo. But apart from Haines' being gone, BSS had who appeared to be Lisa Lobsinger sing a few songs on her own, announcing her beforehand by hopefully referencing the amazing James Brown/MC5 song "It's A Man's Man's Man's World" (they probably weren't, but whatever. It's like Leonard says in Memento, "Memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts." Which I don't).

The best parts of the show came at the beginning, when "Texico Bitches" was performed, and toward the end (at which point most non-BSS devotees had long since grown bored and departed for the bar) when Kevin Drew incited the audience to chant "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me." It was a rather perfect closing mantra to leave a New York audience with.