The marquee outside The Warfield Theatre read “Two Door Cinema Club,” greeting the long line of concertgoers that waited for hours down the street. A good number were in the box office line, only for staff to come out and announce they only had four tickets left for the night. Five months after their second ever San Francisco show at the Fillmore, Two Door Cinema Club returned to the city to a bigger venue and a completely sold out crowd.
The Lonely Trees were the first openers, likeable and fresh, a good way to start out, but not super memorable. Grouplove from Los Angeles came after, with a stronger stage presence and interesting sartorial choices--the drummer donned colorful boxer briefs, the bassist was wrapped in a Union Jack and wearing old hat, the guitarists looked straight out of a Haight-Ashbury thrift shop, and the keyboardist wore an eccentric black lace dress with a completely sheer skirt. They shared their eager energy with the audience and got them dancing to their own brand of Cali indie rock.
In between during set breaks, dance music that the fans had grown up on, like Daft Punk, was played. The band hadn’t even arrived but the Warfield turned into a mini rave as the audience jumped and sang along. The atmosphere was already euphoric.
From the moment “2DCC,” as they’ve come to be called, stepped onstage, ecstatic screams from the crowd were so loud that you couldn’t even hear your own voice. As the first beats to “Cigarettes in the Theatre” began, the strobe lights seemed to be going off a million times per second, and the crowd’s anticipation could be felt in every way.