A pair of Tillmans came on through Fitzgerald’s last night: Joshua Tillman, former Fleet Fox and current Laurel Canyon revivalist as the frontman of Father John Misty, and Sean Tillmann, the hypersexualized Ron Jeremy doppelganger also known as Har Mar Superstar. What brought these two under one roof, surnames aside, is inexplicable. The two couldn’t be further apart on the musical spectrum. When it came to hip swiveling dance moves and freed inhibitions, however, both Tillmans were in their zones, and on the same crowd pleasing page.

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– sunbear

Father John Misty’s Joshua Tillman is natural frontman. His bean-pole figure wrapped in a flowy floral shirt, Tillman moves without inhibition, his expressive hands and hips telling as much a story as the lyrics to his songs. And his stage banter is great too, a kind of detached pretentiousness that you’re never quite sure is meant to be taken seriously. “I’m going to be the first guy to integrate sad bastard music and men’s fitness” he proclaimed stripping down to a tank top, “and I’ll maintain my integrity in each.”

As his first album under the name Father John Misty, Tillman and his five piece band played loose and effortlessly, lending room for the flamboyant frontman to get theatrical. Fear Fun’s harmony rich single “Nancy From Now On” came early in the set setting the sweeping tone for the dance happy crowd. The girl next to me with the great Zumba-arms in particular, was a dancing machine, echoing the moves from Tillman onstage. Crowd favorite “Now I’m Learning To Love The War” really let the grandeur out of Tillman, leading the song’s mix of vaudeville and folly with a deft and dramatic frontman hand.

For anyone who hadn’t already seen Har Mar Superstar’s smutty R&B act, it’s a bit of a shocker. The gyrations of a pillowy, white Prince-wannabe might not have made sense to the eyes, but in context of HMS’s greasy, sex-laden anthems, they were perfection.

The turning point in his set, when he won over the crowd, was when HMS jumped down into them, and started singing into people’s nethers (one girl got both ends used as a microphone). After that it was a HMS free for all, from people buying him and his band shots of Jager, by musical request of course, to HMS shedding all but his Paul Frank briefs and doing some serious thrusting into the faces of the front row. Lewd it was, but it was just as much fun.