I just thought you all should know: I really like a band called Boat. This sometimes presents a problem, mostly when they’re having a show, because telling people, “Oh, I’m going to the Boat show tonight,” tends to confuse anyone who knows of my general lack of interest in marine vessels. Which is anyone who might be asking me what I’m doing on a given evening. Which is not the point.

I like Boat. I don’t just like them because I got to feel all full of cred, being on “the list” the other night–although that certainly helps. (What? I can be bought. I’m not above admitting it.) I liked the band already, before they put me on the list. I don’t like them because the super-cute Corianton Hale likes them too, or even because the Three Imaginary Girls do (although that does help prove my point).

I like Boat because they sing a song about ninjas. I like them because they seem like really nice guys, because I couldn’t get the song “Trained by Trains” out of my head for a week. The fantastic DIY packaging of their first album “Life is a Shipwreck, We Must Remember to Sing in the Lifeboats” is a hint of what’s inside: reverb-y, smart, infectious songs. Or, like Imaginary Correspondent Joe said, “Imagine a solid “early-punk meets modern-indie” band on a ship at sea, playing loudly and doing whatever it is that they do, while wind and rain beat them down, a huge white albatross flying high in an indigo sky.”

Wednesday’s show at the Crocodile was criminally empty, although since they drew quite a crowd a Twee Pop Fest a few months ago, it’s possible that most of their fan base isn’t old enough to, um, get in to the Croc. But you’ve got another chance: they’ll be playing on the 24th at the Sunset. It’ll be my friend’s birthday, so maybe there’ll even be cupcakes.