Jianguang Yang

Taking over the Music Hall of Williamsburg, Baeble trained our cameras on a poppy foursome from Brooklyn dubbed The End of the World. No, their sound is not the stuff of an apocalyptic variety...unless of course you prefer to go out in a blaze of anthemic indie rock. Oh you do? Ok. Then yes, The End of the World spit fire-and-brimstone. Happy reckoning people...