By Dustin Dykes In my twenty-three years of life I have attended many concerts, but last night Metric became the first band I’ve seen lead by a lady. With a plethora of mainstream bands fronted by females these days I don’t think that carries much significance, but I was still curious. I grabbed a beer (not the special $4 PBR), found a nice spot in the House of Blues balcony, and waited for Metric to light up the stage. The crowd was an interesting hodgepodge of everything from the predictable twenty-something hipsters to the surprising forty-year-old date-nighters. Finally the house lights go out and the stage glows blue. Metric’s four members walk to their instruments (three synthesizers and a drum set for anyone keeping score at home) and engage in a two-minute look-what-I-can-do synthesizer show-off. Out of nowhere the band flies into a blinding barrage of distortion and floodlights. Metric front woman, Emily Haines, takes control of the audience’s attention as she runs and jumps around the stage hysterically like rabbit in a disco ball miniskirt. I am pretty sure she ran about six miles on stage last night. The energy of the band was incredible and seemed to be contagious. Everyone in the floor section was dancing, or jumping, or both. Everyone except the first row, who were temporarily paralyzed by Emily’s panoramic panty shots throughout the show. Maybe she forgot she was in a miniskirt, I didn’t hear any of them complaining. All in all, the band seemed tight and on point. There was never a dull moment of the show. Just as you caught your breath during one of their entrancing pseudo-jam sessions, they would punch you right in the face with another amped up ambush of rock. If you went to see an all-out energy packed rock show, you got exactly what you wanted. Emily closed the night by telling us. “it’s not a rock show if you don’t sweat.” I couldn’t agree more.